This is a song about "Hanging at the park"

We chillin at the park, smokin blunts, dont give a fuck

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

He's hanging by his fingers at the edge of a cliff

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Missed my cousins party, held at the park.

I know my calling's worth like phone card

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

This is a walk in the park

Hope all over again, we can start

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

I'm flying big, my rhymes are going out of the park