This is a song about "Watch who you hang around"

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

I'll hang you like a plaque i'll fang you as an attack

Everybody finger point in your direction

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

What you wouldn't be always told myself watch who you eat with

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

That you dismember a nonmember of your gang you need to hang