This is a song about "Ng hang kee"

The type i hang around are like straight end dancers.

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

My homie always down to hang,

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Hang up the telephone

Soon as i come home

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

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

And word i blew off herb i grew

Hang with you, sip drank with you

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Stay positive and hang with the crew

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?