This is a song about "Hangin with jinx and cjsocool"

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Barely hangin on while grandma tell ya yu dnt ever ever fail her,

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

This pain is hurtin worse 'n this hangin noose is the one to choose

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

And end you with a finisher

See, i like the person that you are

Impudent and tough, with

Ships that sail to distant places

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts