This is a song about "To hell and back"

The revolution will proceed

Loud as hell screaming out the back seat

What do i really need

He looked back said "hell yeah, let's eat!"

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

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

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Welcome to fagville, population: you, and your girl at the motel. isn't life a hell?

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

And listen well, they won’t hesitate to see and give ‘em hell,

And burn in hell when it comes to an end.

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared