This is a song about "Hella bands"

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

You fuckers hella fat, like whales imma bout to beach you

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Sometimes it hella blows

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I'm hella faded sippin rozay surrounded by the hoes

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

Makin hella pesos

I think that she knows