This is a song about "Hanging with my bros"

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

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I was like dr. dre, though, i have to laugh

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Hanging ma' nose up like runnin' horns,baring my teeth at those who roar.

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

You better throw it back cause hanging with a real one aint never free

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

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