This is a song about "Hung jury"

So he just hung out with buddies

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Modeling to the jury they take what i embellish

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Hung herself before she talked to me/

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Hung by your intestines, swinging from side to side,

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Pit route , fangs of the snake will get into my head, stan i like the rap of my foe em,

Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.

My dick hung like a horse

Then it just pours