This is a song about "Calm"

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Calm down, and talk out your ambitions with me

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

Flowing simply, as a calm breeze

Got tired of running from the police

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

No wonder im excited and not calm