This is a song about "Hells"

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.

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

You already are caged

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Got a nigga seein things

Down with hells denizens

I'm the sushi king

Guns blazing, hells raising

And i ain't got what it takes

You fags, send ya to hells gates