This is a song about "Hang"

So i guess you think you grown

Hang up the telephone

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Stay positive and hang with the crew

I'm a gang man let's play hang man cos your raps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Now i hang my head in shame

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see