This is a song about "Hella"

Makin hella pesos

It's all she knows

Just kids with hella fuel

Lady at the frank stand will

Obviously i know yur hella lot dummer than me.

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Then keep your change like an oink machine

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

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Go into their room hella silent like a phantom

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

But you really been hella late / ain't ever care i let em hate

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Feel hella awkward, when they auction of coffins.