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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

Hang with you, sip drank with you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And i've seen the other people you hang with, they treat you terrible,

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

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

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

You just stupid guy and hang around with stupid guys

Stay positive and hang with the crew

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you