This is a song about "Hang"

Baby im in the zone

Hang up the telephone

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Bloody hair tangles as i hang out with these priests

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

I just play my part make moves like chess

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

I'm going off the top of the brain

Now i hang my head in shame

And panned out, i'm all in love

Come hang with the greatness.