This is a song about "Hang"

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

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Hang your problems on a hanger

Then the stars don't even matter

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Goddamn, the boy's back

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

Hang with you, sip drank with you

What preceded was the clue