This is a song about "Hang it up"

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

On my way back home

Hang up the telephone

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

But the flow hang it lower than 4 feet high

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I wish i could reach up and touch the clouds, they hang above me,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

So go ahead, hang it up in a gallery

That we can't forget the past

Id hang it up but the frame is cracked

If i was still in the same position i would hang that shit up like a prank call

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,