This is a song about "Hang"

My homie always down to hang,

And come back baby boomerang

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

We hang at school and chat every night

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Hang yourself and be sure to allow me to keep the noose,

Hang with you, sip drank with you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

I like to hang out with kate,