This is a song about "I hope you burn in hell bitch"

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

You couldn't burn me with lava in a fiery pit,

Bitch i ain't no joking, i'll leave u fucken neglected in yo yard to burn

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

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

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/

Bitch you're in submission hope you've listened to my rhymes right

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

And i hope you stand beside me when,down and out but still fighting in,

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

So i hope you learning

I do the right thing

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

You swallowed it, held it in, an i hope you savor it,care for

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Bye bye bitch hope you remarry so i can pay you another visit.