This is a song about "Hang"

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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

Hang with you, sip drank with you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Now i hang my head in shame

I ain't interested in fame

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

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

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

See a scar on her eye, boyfriend brutality