This is a song about "Angry orchard"

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

And i was pretty angry at the government of us americans,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Or on the radio, i was ticked off, angry, rightfully maybe so,

I was angry and sad

Pass that, catch back, fast that

I snicker and say you don't want me angry

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Yeah locked out of life, the angry wife , sounds right

Is she happy is she angry or confused

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I understand that you are angry