This is a song about "Not until the bell ringsglory"

It would be my honor to stand up and ring the rebelz bell.

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I still knock rappers out, hear the bell ring

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Now i spit shit like ali to make the knockout bell ring,

I'm activated by the moves your making

Spit shit like ali to make the knock out bell ring

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

At least not until my mom leaves