This is a song about "Hang up"

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

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

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

But in the meantime it's lights please

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

Id hang it up but the frame is cracked

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Come hang with the greatness.

Pocket racked up all big faces

I like to hang out with laura,

She acting all extra

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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