This is a song about "Hells"

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

I see people wondering what the hells happening

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Down with hells denizens

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

You fags, send ya to hells gates

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

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