This is a song about "Hell in a handbasket"

Never know when i'm in your room and hell comes in my heart with a different climate

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

In the club like fuck it, though

Not a morning person, hell no

I'll take you to hell in this damn battle, here's a brochure.

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

She should have invited her

Fucking hell what a rapper,

In avoidance of his normal self in a livin hell from this shit he felt

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I feel like we're in a fairy tale, but hell yeah it's a joke

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

I'll take you to hell in this damn battle, here's a brochure.

Suffocating in a cell, now skating, hell bound no ice remaining to save me,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see