This is a song about "Hung jury"

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Gimme the mic, rap adjournment, let's ask the jury,

Hung by your intestines, swinging from side to side,

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

My dick hung like a horse

Alcohol and booty calls

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

I almost ended it all, i almost fuckin hung a rope n' let all 150 pounds fall

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

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

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

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

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen