This is a song about "Hanging in the club hitting the quan playing games hanging out"

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

We leaving ya in the back shed hanging by the neck with the garden hose

Braggin in the night club,

I don't really give a fuck

Slit they throats while they hanging from the ceiling

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

And my nuts stay hanging

Hanging all over the place.

It'll last for all these crazy days