This is a song about "Break up to hell"

Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Dmv they know me well

Don't want to go to hell

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

You other niggas think this shits a game, hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Never felt like being this close to break,

They fasting they won't leave me ate

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Tried to break this unlawful curse,

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

I've been to hell and back to hell then back to the hell again,

I hate to break the racist hate up to ya, but i'm beaten up,

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Shut the hell up, or i'll send you up to space like gravity/

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree