This is a song about "Hang"

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Come hang with the greatness.

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

Stay positive and hang with the crew

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

And i know - there'll never be peace

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose