This is a song about "Hang"

Hang with you, sip drank with you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

I like to hang out with kate,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

We in the big thingseat a dick man

My homie always down to hang,