This is a song about "Hang"

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

My homie always down to hang,

Both: this the perfect plan

I make a way for my people to see the light

We hang at school and chat every night

Now you got me hopped up on that

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,