This is a song about "Calm"

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Better calm down, tryna play that tough guy role

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Calm down, and talk out your ambitions with me

Calm down before i strike i warn

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

Listening to the calm and then the sub woofer ignites

Got me happy and calm i'm feeling...

Tell them niggas they sleeping

I gotta calm down and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

The herb calm his mental