This is a song about "Hella cold"

Just kids with hella fuel

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

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

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

Skipping class and growing cold

The truth shall be told

If i lost you be patient

Got me goin hella weird

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Thats spits lyrics so cold

Cause i found a hella way to fuse it

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account

I'mma be up with them owls, just to see you when you out