This is a song about "Hanging out"

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

Wanna be just another memory eh eh eh

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

And my nuts stay hanging

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

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

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat