This is a song about "Won t hang out"

You always thought you won

Yeah i ain't done

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

When harker finally won

My drive is like no one

No need to fight, i've already won

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Goddamn, the boy's back

And it weighs a ton

Sorry battle gone carl won.

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

T-caines sucks, ouu burn, im a out going underdog, the luckiest vern