This is a song about "Hang"

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Hang with you, sip drank with you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

I like to hang out with laura,

She acting all extra

Then lost my faith again

Now i hang my head in shame

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

We hang at school and chat every night

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride