This is a song about "Hell n back"

Like #thomas #the #engine, 'n' if you play back, you'll get run over

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

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

I could do this all day 'n diss you with my feet laid back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

N' i put him back in the box he was stored within

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

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

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

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

I've been to hell and back to hell then back to the hell again,

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

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