This is a song about "Being angry at your parents"

If he does my soul to keep

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

When your sad angry happy

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week

You killed da nigga i bet his parents at home waiting

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

So are you busy being angry that my flow is just better?

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

I stop and stare at the younger

At the thought of being popular

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Angry at the world cause we've been labeled dangerous