This is a song about "Hang"

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

In private, not public in the streets

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

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

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

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

My all gold rolly or the

I like to hang out with laura,

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

You make a nigga sing songs nice