This is a song about "Hangin with my bff"

With my guns your get antiquated

It's all good, finna dog that

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

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

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

With the content of my composition

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

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

I don't normally, i-i-i don't normally

Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty

Searching for fortune and fame

You try mess with my name, my game

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Gettin gwop with my team, don't fuck with my scheme