This is a song about "God of hell"

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Then this kid walked up to me, was spewing facts of hell,

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

In the midst of a hell pit

And i must admit

Makes for a hell of party

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Give it to god hell protect you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Man the people kissin' cheeks of the devil, got to hell,

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Instead of the asylum i was somewhere in hell

And maybe like your raps, worn-out from the heat of hell

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