This is a song about "Hours of hell"

Instead of the asylum i was somewhere in hell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

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

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Entering the first ring i've reached the edge of hell,

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

Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Those seconds are precious like hours

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

We hell razah's of the lost ark

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Light skinned hell of a body