This is a song about "To hell and back"

I've been to hell n back i can asure u that indeed,

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Now that i've entered hell i don't want to go back

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Go back home to hell and yell hey to stalin,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Pockets to no ends, through hell and out china well spent,

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

Jodi's back started hurting and she's like yo what the hell?

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

What a disgrace and these niggas say that i'll go to hell,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Ive been to hell and back twice, luck doesnt exist whenever i roll the dice