This is a song about "Hanging with the fam"

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

While everybody got ammunition on deck

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

Reppin red an black cause cgs the fam bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

I love all the beef so please fam i beg you,

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

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

Wanna be just another memory eh eh eh

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom