This is a song about "Hanging niggers"

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

I am hanging there like a goof

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

But you’re hanging from that tether

Make my jollof with lots of pepper

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

No point in hanging on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Low hanging fruit that was me