This is a song about "Hanging"

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

No car you can see me hanging out at the bus stop

And my nuts stay hanging

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

But you’re hanging from that tether

And then along came the wrong man for her

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

(ball so hard) bitch, behave, just might let you meet 'ye

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

What if i said you could get slain for pants hanging low?

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow