This is a song about "Hanging with my friends"

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

With other people, my family, my friends

Hopin' that my niggas see

With friends and family

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Shake junt, get buck my friends

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

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

To increase my ends

Giving blowjobs to my friends