This is a song about "Hangin with jinx and cjsocool"

And that's alright with me

Oops, i'm so sorry

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

I stopped hangin around yall cause niggaz like you

With shards of ice and glass

No one-half and i hate math

And end you with a finisher

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy