This is a song about "Bell"

I still knock rappers out, hear the bell ring

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

When people bell phone and its off they start mourning

I'm a 1,000 lbs kettle bell compressed- bomb in the flesh

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Like that bell the sing before they clock them in a fight,

People say i am a tinker bell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

"jdot won this battle" doesn't that ring a bell?

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Nope they cant tolerate a minute past the bell

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell