This is a song about "Dont hang"

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get

Hang your problems on a hanger

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Don't fuck around and make it true

Hang with you, sip drank with you

Now i hang my head in shame

It's been nothing but pain