This is a song about "Hang"

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

I like to hang out with kate,

Part of me though, is searching for answers

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

We hang at school and chat every night

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

They at the same spot they making no progress

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

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

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

I'll hang you like a plaque i'll fang you as an attack

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Come hang with the greatness.

And panned out, i'm all in love

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Stay positive and hang with the crew