This is a song about "How the hell"

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

You forever trapped in the illusion that you thought was hell

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

I look at myself, how the hell am i supposed to have any dig-

Instead of the asylum i was somewhere in hell

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

I've seen how you acted/ put my mama through hell/

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

With the intention to rock the bells and raise hell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out

I've got nothin' to worry about

Not thinkin bout the girl that you dropped off in hell.

It's that crack, give you something to sell

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,