This is a song about "Hang me high"

Ropes hangin' from the ceiling waiting for me to hang myself

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

So please just hang on and let me pull the lever

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

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

But the flow hang it lower than 4 feet high

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Fuck you let me enjoy my high...

But being high only elucidates to me

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city