This is a song about "Im stuck in this hell"

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Cuz im like the exorcist stuck in a back bend,

They gonna burn in hell for this wickedness/

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Stuck in detained submission, on this earth we were given

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Ima take your perfect life and trap you in this hell.

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Whats really to say i dont know, im stuck in this life so ill make it gold

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

This man is dapper, manufactured in hell

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

Spiritually i always knew i was stuck in this drought