This is a song about "Brotha lynch hung"

Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.

See who really sucks clearer. i'm not imitating shady when i say im crazy. i am

Im a young brotha with a cold flow

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Well, my brotha buddha's been spreading this for ages

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Wrong niggas and end up to be jus like my fatha. man my lil brotha really look

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

So he just hung out with buddies

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Wake up in make up on the floor sore with a whore and sock hung on the bedroom door

I hung with some rebels never been with convicts,

I had been around niggas, killas, pimps

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test