This is a song about "Won t hang out"

I like to hang out with kate,

She self made, i'm self made

Without a shadow of doubt i've won

What up girl, tell me how you been

Real niggas never hate another man

My homie always down to hang,

Goddamn, the boy's back

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

You just working with the scraps you was given

The teachers try to send you out and hang me in

White with a badge or anyone

You always thought you won

Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town

Not to be naughty but to hang out downtown

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith