This is a song about "Hang it up"

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

And hang himself from it until his eyes have popped

Drinkin whiskey throw it up

I love you though i'll still fuck

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

I put the nigga in his casket

Ripping it, spitting some venom up in it