This is a song about "Teachers die in hell"

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

In the midst of a hell pit

Your like a fuckin buffoon, see ya in hell

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

I live in god's waiting room, depressing as hell

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Fucking around in class teachers thinking i'm an imbecile

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

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

Okay gay go to hell they will appreciate your rap and treat you well in the hell

Put expressions in their music and create the face

But i pull 'em up when i'm passing teachers just in case

But in 2012 why the hell didn't we die

That's the window into the sky