This is a song about "Hulu and hang"

Before i leave home

Hang up the telephone

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I'll retire nxt and hang his jersey from the rafters

Cause the moods that get attracted and then try to hang with us

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

Now change the sheets like mama did and hang 'em on the wire,

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

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Hang yourself and be sure to allow me to keep the noose,

The teachers try to send you out and hang me in

Better or worse, the center of attention