This is a song about "Hang"

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Parking lot of the blue flame

Now i hang my head in shame

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

My homie always down to hang,

Playboy, i don't own that man

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

So is dr. j and moses malone

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

Better yet they work my every nerve

Hang with you, sip drank with you

It's really not an issue