This is a song about "Aggression"

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

That last line i did just caused depression it ain't the end for me and aggression

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

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

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Humanty hiding behind the aggression,

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

With me and my aggression

Well baby bot there ain't no question

//here's why the fuck i'm here to place this aggression...

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

The problems i bottle i rap away aggression,

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