This is a song about "Hangin"

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

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

All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey

Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty

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

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

So many ovadosed,slit wrists and hangin with they belt

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

I stopped hangin around yall cause niggaz like you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue