This is a song about "Bell"

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Vowed i wanted life to be sweet like blue bell

He must travel to hell, wait, survive the rotten smell, wait, then ring a bell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

I don't need the bell i'll dig myself out from this grave

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

It's that crack, give you something to sell

The best thing would be for me to leave taco bell

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Nope they cant tolerate a minute past the bell

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Spit shit like ali to make the knock out bell ring

Now i spit shit like ali to make the knockout bell ring,

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

They rang the bell and pounded on the door

Some old bitch that we did before