This is a song about "Hanging with my bros"

Creeping, with gut hanging out in park, you eat alone there when it's dark

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

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

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

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Hanging with the wrong morons in this world i was thrown on.

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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