This is a song about "Hang"

I'm a gang man let's play hang man cos your raps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

I'd rather hang out with conservative cynical bigots,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Hang your problems on a hanger

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

We hang at school and chat every night

Cause everythang gonna be alright

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

Come hang with the greatness.

She can make a pimp fall in love