This is a song about "Hanging with the gang and you just might meet somebody"

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

You walked like you just might fall, on the sidewalk

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

I hope you get gang raped by black males with syphilis

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Might just go away, and it might just go away

And if you don't, i might just be #1 suspect.

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Just wait til you meet my crew

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

And now you start to stumble, you just might crumble

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry