This is a song about "Hang"

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

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

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

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

And i ain't frontin for her

Hang your problems on a hanger

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

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

My homie always down to hang,

I gotta question for you man

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Top dropped down, black on black

Hang em' up, the dish rack/