This is a song about "Ng hang kee"

Hang your problems on a hanger

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

And spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

Now i hang my head in shame

All the bitches know my name