This is a song about "Hangin"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Hangin off their every word

So many ovadosed,slit wrists and hangin with they belt

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

Hangin out the window, i might get the blast

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Ropes hangin' from the ceiling waiting for me to hang myself

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Is gettin' lit up like mike jackson's hair hangin' off a christmas tree,

But this is my calling, so you can all keep hangin' it up this

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis