This is a song about "Highway to hell"

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

Wait more like the exorcist that insists to bring you to hell,

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Hell! it's too late to be

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

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

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Its about to rain hell on you

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

From right to left with sniper's breath, righteous steps, step in hell,

When you talkin illest rapper

Scattered from hell to jacobs ladder,