This is a song about "Hang"

And spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Cuz i hang with people that skate

Just take control if you can

My homie always down to hang,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Hang your problems on a hanger

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

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

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn