This is a song about "Hang"

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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

Shit ain’t better alone

Hang up the telephone

We hang at school and chat every night

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

In the house, holla back

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Stay positive and hang with the crew

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you