This is a song about "Hang"

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

I like to hang out with laura,

My all gold rolly or the

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back