This is a song about "Hang"

Come hang with the greatness.

Let's have a toast for this new love

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

And i got that bait, they all bad

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Hang up the telephone

Be shy when we're all alone

Now i hang my head in shame

He don't do the same

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

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