This is a song about "Won t hang out"

I like to hang out with laura,

My all gold rolly or the

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

The teachers try to send you out and hang me in

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Sorry battle gone carl won.

Rip out your vocal chords then hang you with em, c'mon yall ready for a show?

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

You always thought you won

Work straight out the kitchen

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Optimism - wishin' make you too content