This is a song about "Hang me high"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Who should i hang out with the preps but they always send me threat letters

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Who'd predict shed come to me? make me feel so high,

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Just hang with me a minute, and i'll show you what can be

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Hang yourself and be sure to allow me to keep the noose,

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

High off life? my nigga not even

The teachers try to send you out and hang me in

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy