This is a song about "Hang"

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

May just gon' bring hobo back

Hang with you, sip drank with you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Cuz i hang with people that skate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Big shit popping, i'm the man

My homie always down to hang,

That you dismember a nonmember of your gang you need to hang

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham