This is a song about "Hung jury"

They slept in death, hung from a wire that held their necks

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I'll hurt you tell the jury and file another lawsuit that my mind is bout to fall through

I hung with some rebels never been with convicts,

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

So he just hung out with buddies

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Wake up in make up on the floor sore with a whore and sock hung on the bedroom door

Alcohol and booty calls

My dick hung like a horse

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

When i first came to the school we hung out every day