This is a song about "Leveon bell"

Nope they cant tolerate a minute past the bell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

They rang the bell and pounded on the door

The bell rings and i walk up to next class

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

I still knock rappers out, hear the bell ring

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Whos ready for the match that they get cracked like liberty bell

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

Somone comes down with the intent of killing i sent him to hell, using an iron bell,

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

I'm a 1,000 lbs kettle bell compressed- bomb in the flesh

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Surrender no? then blunder at first bell, you'll need a rep reconstruction

It's not that i don't need ya but see yaand i hope you understand why i'm bustin