This is a song about "Hell to the no"

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Taking souls to heaven or to hell, i'm the gate keeper.

Wait more like the exorcist that insists to bring you to hell,

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

The alarms going off, hell no we ain't drilling

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

And its gone to hell, personality's all over the place

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

Welcome to fagville, population: you, and your girl at the motel. isn't life a hell?