This is a song about "Hell on wheels"

Stop flossing, all you "ballers", fuck your benz, shiny wheels,

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Cause' you'll be put on a bus going straight to hell, oh yeah does that shit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

I'm on the highway to hell but i can't catch a ride,

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

I still march on, stand strong, rage and i give ‘em hell

Me and my niggas role together like the wheels on a chrysler

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Niggas ride together like the wheels on a chrysler

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer