This is a song about "Hail"

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

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

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Ebrious but hardly frail, tedious but always hail

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

Was written in braille now hail the king

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

Whip, plane, motions own

I'm the flowking hail to my throne

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

And now that i’m getting money

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Wanna see you work your body