This is a song about "I dont hang with yall"

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

And i know - there'll never be peace

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Who should i hang out with the preps but they always send me threat letters

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Let me show what i mean with "ghetto", i'll remind y'all,

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

But i spent a bit on friday, in the night i hang with donald

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I don't give a fuck whether or not you hang with thugs