This is a song about "Hanging"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Revelations say you either fry or fly

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

If we was giving daps to everybody left you hanging

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Say you through will all my foul ways

Hanging all over the place.