This is a song about "Hang"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I like to hang out with kate,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

Hang yourself and be sure to allow me to keep the noose,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead