This is a song about "Cold anger"

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

In yo momma bed, that feelin' you feel is anger

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Skipping class and growing cold

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Now, you're nauseous and dormant anger now monstrous,

Sometimes i let anger set in

And i like my girls with ambition

And served it to the public on a silver platter

Kids, they find it an outlet and need to channel their anger,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Anger is your largest danger psychosis