This is a song about "Going through hell"

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

I knew for sure that my father was going to hell.

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

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

Man ive been through a living hell

I see that i am going through the wrong section

Everybody finger point in your direction

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

But now i'm back again, going hard as hell

But it's going down, hell no we ain't drilling

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

Maybe everthing your going through

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

I knew for sure that my father was going to hell.

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel