This is a song about "Won t hang out"

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

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

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Sorry battle gone carl won.

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

There's crack, there's crack

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

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.

Shit that i already won

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

My bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna hold me down

Not to be naughty but to hang out downtown

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Can we still hang out? still talk kiss hug and fuck?