This is a song about "Highwat to hell"

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Man the people kissin' cheeks of the devil, got to hell,

Give it to god hell protect you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Okay gay go to hell they will appreciate your rap and treat you well in the hell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I want to put my family through the same hell

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Then this kid walked up to me, was spewing facts of hell,

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

I knew for sure that my father was going to hell.

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

I understand that it's hard to smile through hell

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell