This is a song about "Aggression"

She all on my skin

Moving pounds wit aggression

But you happen just to use it for a storm of aggression

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

A weapon of aggression to leave an impression,

Dude my fists are weapons, shit is kept in, this aggression,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

The problems i bottle i rap away aggression,

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

Cut after bleeding cut cover his wrists, depression persists and his aggression exists

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

Class is in session

With me and my aggression