This is a song about "Anger pain"

Now, you're nauseous and dormant anger now monstrous,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

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

Now my anger is explosive

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

In yo momma bed, that feelin' you feel is anger

Because i no longer have any anger

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

Just a doppelganger, anchored by anger

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

If you battle me i'll make you burst in full anger