This is a song about "Won t hang out"

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

May just gon' bring hobo back

Not to be naughty but to hang out downtown

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

No need to fight, i've already won

Shit that i already won

Insubordinate for good reason

I've already won

Tryna find the one

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

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