This is a song about "Hanging out"

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I worry bout my cousins while hanging with a duchess

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

(ball so hard) bitch, behave, just might let you meet 'ye

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

And i just want to hold her

But you’re hanging from that tether

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out