This is a song about "Attitude"

And i want a better attitude

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

As for your attitude, there's no substitute

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

The resilient attitude of a young ones brain

And with my attitude the same

Parking lot of the blue flame

Don't fuck with me now, know that i've got an attitude,

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Strong to add up attitude and words that belong to adults

I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments