This is a song about "Anger at your dad"

Run for cover and return fire

Put your hands down dad don't fuckin touch her

You need to make sure you become something not nothing like your dad,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I guess it was that bad, i hope your sad go ahead and tell your dad,

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Centered locked in court, sand isn't it in your anger

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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