This is a song about "Hangin with homjes"

But this is my calling, so you can all keep hangin' it up this

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

With third dimensional shapes with no means

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Told you camp lo was my favorite

I entered with, rendered with it,

Dueling with duality.

We're living in a fantasy

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Barely hangin on while grandma tell ya yu dnt ever ever fail her,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are