This is a song about "Anger and hate"

And i've been releasin' anger, now the story is told,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I held back my anger and comebacks

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

There's anger, rage, and hate, wish i could sever all the pain,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I was the nerd of the town and i feel more anger

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

The world is a mest up place, with anger and hate

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

She's filled with anger now, and she doesn't -even- know why

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

And now i'll release anger, on this damn mic i'm breathing life,