This is a song about "Calm"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

There's anger in the calm. there's anger in the calm.

Do it while remaining still and calm

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I was wrong, i miss my mom, it's hard to remain calm.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Can't stay calm cant call it quits

Her face was calm, as if the wounds didn’t seal her fate

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Their poise is glistening, calm they can't keep

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

(whisper) there's anger in the calm. there's anger in the calm.

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

All i need is this calm sanctuary.