This is a song about "Happy in hell"

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Cuff tough fuss of love in this chapter, live happy ever after.

We were stuck in place, while i was happy to drown

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

Breakdancing to melle mel

Then sit empty in hell

It's that crack, give you something to sell

I am so bad i can burn in hell

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

You forever trapped in the illusion that you thought was hell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Okay gay go to hell they will appreciate your rap and treat you well in the hell

Shit i'm livin' is real, grew up in straight hell

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

I'm not confined in a hell.

The twin towers fell