This is a song about "Hang"

My all gold rolly or the

I like to hang out with laura,

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Stay positive and hang with the crew

And all the shit you went through

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

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

You gotta understand man

My homie always down to hang,

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

Hang up the telephone

Please sugar don't come alone