This is a song about "Hanging in the club hitting the quan playing games hanging out"

Bitch, they call it motor city

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

Hanging on the edge of a knife. all i wanted to do was to make it all right.

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

We leaving ya in the back shed hanging by the neck with the garden hose

I've got skeletons in my closet but now there just hanging. death

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Slit they throats while they hanging from the ceiling

Hanging out here all day long,

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone