This is a song about "Hanging dogs from trees"

If we was giving daps to everybody left you hanging

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

I got a team full of dogs and the dogs bite,

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I need a jail house to free my dogs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Automatic kill for pennies

Sprouted all these money trees

Revelations say you either fry or fly

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my