This is a song about "Being angry"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

That thing just made me angry and furious...

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Maybe angry after lexiee went and smoked you, whatever

While we gon' forget you quicker than hilary did with trevor

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

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

When your sad angry happy

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Angry at the world cause we've been labeled dangerous

Make the fingers snap

Imma spit this angry rap

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

And they just make me angry so i’m crazy, maybe i’m cynical,