This is a song about "Hang"

On my way back home

Hang up the telephone

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

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

My homie always down to hang,

You gotta let these shits go, man

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Cuz i hang with people that skate

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles