This is a song about "Hanging out"

Hanging with the wrong morons in this world i was thrown on.

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I remember cops hanging out on the old blocks

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

Hanging out here all day long,

Most times when a liquor all gone