This is a song about "Hang"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

My homie always down to hang,

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

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

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Cuz i hang with people that skate

See let me demonstrate

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

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