This is a song about "Anger at your dad"

And force yourself to stay close but keep your anger discrete,

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

Have your dad and fuckin gramps, catch a mutherfuckin cramp

Rap away your anger for god to let you into heaven,

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Your dad was nothing but a heavy dipper

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,

Throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base

Love the game know this is coming from a different place