This is a song about "Hella jeff"

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Im hella faded, comin from the shaded,

Man this life is but a dream

I'm hella mean, i'm paula deen,

Super size future conversations be like hella high dropping beats no retreat sweeten up the weekend

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

After an umbrella run i'm having hella fun playing with heavy guns

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause i found a hella way to fuse it

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Just kids with hella fuel

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

The road to hell is paved with good intentions