This is a song about "Hell is home"

This carnival is straight from hell

Shows to do, got record to sell

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Hell, i forget what it's name is

Where the hell is my mental rap?!

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Hell, yeah, rap is your profession,

You're uncool like my mother kin

At 36 yrs old she is way to young to go home.

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Where the hell is my mental rap?!

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Home grown, is the g that i've shown.

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Used to winning but losing is #hell