This is a song about "Hell in my face"

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Coming in my face bust the lights out ya system

Then sit empty in hell

Let me call that hotel

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Drive off in the sunset with a smile on my face.

Everyday livin in hell and god is my witness

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Well i'd go back to my cell raise hell and get in my zone,