This is a song about "Hang"

Now i hang my head in shame

I ain't interested in fame

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

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And panned out, i'm all in love

Come hang with the greatness.

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

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

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham