This is a song about "Cold anger"

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

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

You can't be wiping your ass

The anger that she has,

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

It’s raining, anger reigning rampant outside her apartment

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Because i no longer have any anger

But he don't rule a thing

My anger keeps building

I mean of course just the same old

Skipping class and growing cold