This is a song about "Hang"

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Cause we done did that

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Hang with you, sip drank with you

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

My homie always down to hang,