This is a song about "Going to hail and coming back"

Going back to my old ways,my heart is a cold place,

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

The sun rising while you moaning

And we try to keep going

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Coming down hard like hail, wreckin versse like derail,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

My dad going to work and never coming home,

Cause them wolf gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

The fatty pork, all hail hell's gate, dreams steamed and glorified,

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

You coming back to me thats what i'm hoping,

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Going back to them over and over again