This is a song about "What the hell"

And they wont ever know what the hell we gone do..

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Look at what hell got, mail from fish scale docks

Baby, you know who you are

Fucking hell what a rapper,

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Im bored as hell shit what else can i say

They'll have to rename this one

Welcome to hell im the warden

Burn in hell thats what i tell my competition, im killin off the weak shit and supplyin my vision

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Entering the first ring i've reached the edge of hell,

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

This is the devils hell

The twin towers fell