This is a song about "Hell goin on at rockdale"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Im goin hard you hardly goin at all

I give you options baby flip a coin

My emotions flowin, where the hell am i goin

They got me goin' mad, i'm knockin' busters on they backs

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

At a high scale naw they're not for sale, so sinister its straight from hell