This is a song about "Hanging out"

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

So gon' and be my dealer baby

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

Creeping, with gut hanging out in park, you eat alone there when it's dark

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

No car you can see me hanging out at the bus stop

I worry bout my cousins while hanging with a duchess

Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis

What if i said you could get slain for pants hanging low?

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

Lord i love you forever, and i shall respect ye

I am hanging there like a goof

A far reach from them rap dudes