This is a song about "Highway to hell"

Take me away away

Ridin' down the highway

I cant go to hell jeez

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Don't want to go to hell

Now your under my spell welcome to hell

Got four underneath the old-school as well

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

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

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

I'm on the highway to hell but i can't catch a ride,

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

25i do or die on the highway

Hell! i still look a fake to me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby