This is a song about "Hell n back"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Relax then go back to rappad n write more spits/im a horde a lord of this here

Dealin with no mom, all the pain i've undergone has shaped what you hear here in your ear

Jodi's back started hurting and she's like yo what the hell?

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

Got four underneath the old-school as well

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

He looked back said "hell yeah, let's eat!"