This is a song about "Hang"

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

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

Better yet they work my every nerve

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots