This is a song about "Bell"

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

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

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

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

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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Vowed i wanted life to be sweet like blue bell

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

I still knock rappers out, hear the bell ring

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Whos ready for the match that they get cracked like liberty bell

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

Spit shit like ali to make the knock out bell ring

Somone comes down with the intent of killing i sent him to hell, using an iron bell,

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell