This is a song about "Hell bound"

Cause everytime yall come around

Just a couple more months then middle school bound

The underground artists sproutin' under towns never bound

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Bound to hit a bitch with a man-hoe cover

Fuck fame, fuck money

Thats what its bound to be

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Just stop and listen, you’re bound to have an earful

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

My sufficient skill is bound to happen

Got the solar gravitation so i'm bound to pull it

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit