This is a song about "Hell n back"

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

Now that i've entered hell i don't want to go back

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Rat-a-tat-tat, your done 'n sacked, and there's no coming back,

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

Flashbacking back on half strapping, snapbacking, pants sagging, pawns on ya back 'n

You heard van city's finest man, so back the hell up off me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school