This is a song about "Corbin bell"

They rang the bell and pounded on the door

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Nope they cant tolerate a minute past the bell

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

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Door bell sounds like it's dinged it's last dong

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Vowed i wanted life to be sweet like blue bell

Its snake, whew fam, does that ring a bell?

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

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