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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Like the ripper body parts collected in a jar like leather face

Spit shit like ali to make the knock out bell ring

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

I still knock rappers out, hear the bell ring

Ten more depending on where wale going

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Nope they cant tolerate a minute past the bell

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

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

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

The best thing would be for me to leave taco bell

Now i spit shit like ali to make the knockout bell ring,

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything