This is a song about "Calm"

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

But this is just the calm before that break,

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

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

Flowing simply, as a calm breeze

I'm everything that they call nice

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Listening to the calm and then the sub woofer ignites

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

I'm mental, it's instrumental

The herb calm his mental

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

Pissin' on the demons of the earth