This is a song about "Hang"

Cuz i hang with people that skate

She self made, i'm self made

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

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

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

And it's well known that rell home

Hang up the telephone

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

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

Stay positive and hang with the crew

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you