This is a song about "Hang wit me"

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

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Someone told me to hang in, then handed me a noose

So please just hang on and let me pull the lever

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

Fuck wit me again i'll slice your throat behind closed curtains.

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure