This is a song about "Yung hung"

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

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hung herself before she talked to me/

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

I love to peel this bitch yung jay

I was gonna write you a poem today

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see/ live yung n wild n free/

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

Hung by your intestines, swinging from side to side,

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

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