This is a song about "Hang"

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Hang up the telephone

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

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

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

I'll hang you like a plaque i'll fang you as an attack

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

My homie always down to hang,

Still the man with the pan

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

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Stay positive and hang with the crew

Want to let you know i love you