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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

They rang the bell and pounded on the door

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

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

Nope they cant tolerate a minute past the bell

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Going home, down the yellow road that gilly pissing on

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats