This is a song about "Hanging with friend"

Looking so damn right you're wrong

Hanging out here all day long,

One parent above, the other live scared

Talking about a friend, of a friend

So i asked my best friend to provide assistance to try to get her with me

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Me and my friend play with your head as we kick it flying, we playing soccer

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Low hanging fruit that was me

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city