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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Burn in hell thats what i tell my competition, im killin off the weak shit and supplyin my vision

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Once i've killed you i hope the devil fucks you in the afterlife and that's the price

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

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Those bitches can burn in hell and contemplate satans shit

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Bitch i thought you knew that i didnt owe you, so suck my umbrella in this bitch