This is a song about "Highwat to hell"

You know i’m better off without you

"what the hell am i suppose to do"

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

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

Feed you some shells, send you straight down to hell

Shows to do, got record to sell

I understand that it's hard to smile through hell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

I've been to hell and back to hell then back to the hell again,

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Just clowning,we will take him to hell

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

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

Now your under my spell welcome to hell

It's that crack, give you something to sell