This is a song about "Won t hang out"

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

And daddy's in the cadillac

Shit that i already won

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

I like to hang out with laura,

She acting all extra

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Whats the fuckin story smiling boldly you won a lottery? or sold out.

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

I'm feelin' a little skeptical who i hang out with