This is a song about "The homie ryan can t hang"

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

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

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Wonder if they take it all back

Raising bars, till i don't think you can hang with it

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get