This is a song about "To belle delphine"

That shit was wack as fuck

To be trucker's to chuck

So anything do is everything to you

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

To dictate how to look,

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Don't want to go to hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

I just want to be next to you to see your smile

To rap to my full potential

Never wrong at any level