This is a song about "Hanging brain"

If we was giving daps to everybody left you hanging

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Yeah, ready for whatever

But you’re hanging from that tether

He's hanging by his fingers at the edge of a cliff

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

I wasn't ready for you to leave me hanging

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

No car you can see me hanging out at the bus stop

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Tarantula adding poison to your brain