This is a song about "Sent to hell"

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

Let me call that hotel

Don't want to go to hell

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Repetitive niggas, to the bottom i sent you.

Before you're sent to where you came from

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

I've been to hell and back to hell then back to the hell again,

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

This was sent to me for a reason

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one