This is a song about "How the hell"

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

It's swell, the way it takes me, destroys hell,

Jodi's back started hurting and she's like yo what the hell?

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

With the intention to rock the bells and raise hell

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

Man the people kissin' cheeks of the devil, got to hell,

I want to put my family through the same hell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Fucking hell, where's the door?

You ain't gotta worry no more

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Streakin' away and breakin' ma' way,cuz hell yeah that's how i roll.

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal