This is a song about "Hang it up"

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

But the flow hang it lower than 4 feet high

Shit ain’t better alone

Hang up the telephone

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

But whoever took madeline deserves to but cut up before they hang him,

Raising bars, till i don't think you can hang with it

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Your weak so give it up, while i live it up

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Get the lighter, light it up

Some niggas ain't got no luck