This is a song about "Tinker bell"

A quick thinker you go against her no time to tinker

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I don't need the bell i'll dig myself out from this grave

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

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

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

Door bell sounds like it's dinged it's last dong

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

"jdot won this battle" doesn't that ring a bell?

They rang the bell and pounded on the door

And there's little to be glad for

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