This is a song about "Hang"

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Cuz i hang with people that skate

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

We hang at school and chat every night

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

And i'm a just take another guess

Hang up the telephone

Baby im in the zone

My homie always down to hang,

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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