This is a song about "Hang"

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

One night love: i'mma need that

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

So is dr. j and moses malone

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

I'll hang you like a plaque i'll fang you as an attack

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids