This is a song about "Hang over"

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

I'm a gang man let's play hang man cos your raps

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

I like to hang out with laura,

Hey now got a thing for you

Stay positive and hang with the crew

My homie always down to hang,

Playboy, i don't own that man

We hang at school and chat every night

I can smell it when i go outside