This is a song about "Hanging yourself"

After lebron, i'm what's next

Told to just be yourself

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

They say check yourself before you wreck yourself

Like when you shot yourself

I can taste the salt from my tears

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

And my nuts stay hanging

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest