This is a song about "Hanging out"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

If we was giving daps to everybody left you hanging

I worry bout my cousins while hanging with a duchess

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

To them it's just a story

Low hanging fruit that was me

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

One time for the girls with the right shoes

I am hanging there like a goof

I wasn't ready for you to leave me hanging

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing