This is a song about "Yellow lasagna the bell jar logic"

He must travel to hell, wait, survive the rotten smell, wait, then ring a bell

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

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Quickly kneel down to strictly kings of shit, the grim logic

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Take ya ass down the yellow brink road motherfucker

Somone comes down with the intent of killing i sent him to hell, using an iron bell,

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

But i let off everything i have

The bell rings and i walk up to next class

I'm that nigga blessed with the knowledge and logic that psychics own

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home