This is a song about "You can t hang with the girls"

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

Guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

You just stupid guy and hang around with stupid guys

I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

We don't ever make love

Come hang with the greatness.

You can say im better with the flu

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string.

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see