This is a song about "Hang"

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

That'll do anything that i please

So beat me to the bone

Hang up the telephone

I'm about to snap

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

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

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

My homie always down to hang,

So all the hustling for nothing man

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

I'll hang you like a plaque i'll fang you as an attack

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death