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

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

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

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Spit shit like ali to make the knock out bell ring

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

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

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

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

Now my rhymes straight lasagna.

Lucky seven probably poppa

Yellow ass nigga whinne the pooh

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you