This is a song about "Fury"

Either hell hath no fury or an eagle takes its place/

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

My battle bars thats what fury is, shit will make you delirious

Pray to the based god you don't catch the fury/

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Fury freights work of hate onto jury's wait

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Either hell hath no fury or an eagle takes its place/

They say they want the fury but they dont know where it hides,

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Blame it on me like a bully, but i need a way maturely to say through the fury