This is a song about "Hangin out"

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

I stopped hangin around yall cause niggaz like you

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Ropes hangin' from the ceiling waiting for me to hang myself

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Is gettin' lit up like mike jackson's hair hangin' off a christmas tree,

The coldest bout to show out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Gang-bangin', thang hangin', introduced crack so they bang bang,

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Hangin off their every word

Them people see my good side

Out of mind out of sight