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

So many ovadosed,slit wrists and hangin with they belt

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

She can only live for the moment

Angels fight with devils and

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

With illusion's confident lyrics and internal rhymes with attitude and the cool

Monstrous with pens and shit, abolishing with sentences

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Ain't that how black's do it, right

And with him by my side