This is a song about "Hang"

My homie always down to hang,

Both: this the perfect plan

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

We just want you back at home

Hang up the telephone

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse