This is a song about "Hells"

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Discarding what i'm regarding, dreams parking, hells bombarding

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I see people wondering what the hells happening

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Down with hells denizens

Free road into hells gates, devilish mindstate how much more can you take,

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

While working on my mistakes

You fags, send ya to hells gates

I'm stabbing you with the melody coz i'm in hells kitchen with the recipe

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

No wonder she felt she had personalised keys to hells locks.