This is a song about "I went to hell and back"

Just as i finally calmed down and went to drive off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

We went back to my place real quick,

But they say we ain't big

So it's about time i went back to being the protagonist:

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Once my pen kissed the pad, i never went back/

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

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

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

Went back to the first 1 sttill on the floor and i broke his neck grabbed his

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Go back home to hell and yell hey to stalin,

I went back to my old neighborhoods, they made me think about it,

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit