This is a song about "Hang myself"

Pocket racked up all big faces

Come hang with the greatness.

Gimme a chance to pick myself

And if you pay for that yourself

I'm on deck i'm up next

I lost hope almost roped myself

I like to hang out with kate,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

We hang at school and chat every night

But there's nothing else inside

That you dismember a nonmember of your gang you need to hang

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang