This is a song about "Hanging myself"

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Hanging all over the place.

Thinking of bliss and the good days

They all need attention, they call me a g though

What if i said you could get slain for pants hanging low?

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

I am hanging there like a goof

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when