This is a song about "Hanging myself"

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

Its cold as shit in this booth

I am hanging there like a goof

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I've got skeletons in my closet but now there just hanging. death

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me