This is a song about "Hangin out with freinds"

You see i gotta go to war

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

She gonna dance when that molly through

No longer alive with out you,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

Repping that west with knock out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Murder all your artists

With out swaying shifting limps.

With out you i feel incomplete,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

A criminal grind nigga

Claw out your eyes with a spatula.