This is a song about "Hella"

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Obviously i know yur hella lot dummer than me.

Makin hella pesos

Like a line full of hoes

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

I'm glad i sacked his ass in football back then i was hella raw

Guess i’m different than most

Sometimes it hella blows

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Won so many battles i got hella niggas after me

I'm hella faded sippin rozay surrounded by the hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Just kids with hella fuel

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Hella intelligent that