This is a song about "Hanging with my bros"

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

Bitches is artificially duck

Could i make you my baby

Low hanging fruit that was me

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

And my nuts stay hanging

Why not me the same thing

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

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