This is a song about "Hell n back"

Looka this punk jumping back 'n forth jumping jacks trying to show some effort

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

But now i'm back again, going hard as hell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Head bangs, back n' forth / it's attached to the strap of an elastic chord

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Waiting for willows. spirits kept below,kickin'' in hell hole. i can't bear it n i must rescue ol'.

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

I read through his shit sat back n i was dying of laughter,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

The third one is mixed, white and black

Been to hell before yeah i came back

Ive been to hell and back twice, luck doesnt exist whenever i roll the dice

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Friends that stab in the back instead of slapping n' smack