This is a song about "Hang"

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Hang with you, sip drank with you

Swear i'm trying to get through

I can tell you that this tape

Cuz i hang with people that skate

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

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Stay positive and hang with the crew

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Hang up the telephone

Cnn, nbc, cbs, creep in my home