This is a song about "Hell s wonders"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Bad, just like an 80's car

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Everybody wonders why

Damn is your mattress dry

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get