This is a song about "Hanging out with ffriends"

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat

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

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

You better throw it back cause hanging with a real one aint never free

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

With out you i feel incomplete,

Mmg and that's my clique

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

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

While i rock out with my cock out

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed