This is a song about "Fucking anger"

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

If you battle me i'll make you burst in full anger

And served it to the public on a silver platter

If you battle me i'll make you burst in full anger

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

The anger that she has,

Gotta make that cash

It’s raining, anger reigning rampant outside her apartment

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment