This is a song about "Brotha lynch hung"

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

I hung with some rebels never been with convicts,

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Luring these people i'm hurting you are hung

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

My dick hung like a horse

Where would i be without my dogs

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

They slept in death, hung from a wire that held their necks

I call home delivered the news everybody hung up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck