This is a song about "Hanging out with ffriends"

I worry bout my cousins while hanging with a duchess

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

But you’re hanging from that tether

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

I remember cops hanging out on the old blocks

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Hes hanging with his friends they ask him to just take a sip of the drink then he

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

With out swaying shifting limps.

Take her back to where i live

Hanging out here all day long,

Look, by the end of this song

Repping that west with knock out

I don't know what you heard about