This is a song about "Going to hell"

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

With the intention to rock the bells and raise hell

I cant go to hell jeez

4-3... yea, remember that please

And we try to keep going

Don't want to be the king

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

And listen well, they won’t hesitate to see and give ‘em hell,

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

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

It's that crack, give you something to sell

I want to put my family through the same hell

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

The alarms going off, hell no we ain't drilling

Wait more like the exorcist that insists to bring you to hell,

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