This is a song about "Fury"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Mors westford on a nigga with my axes of fury

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

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

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

Fury freights work of hate onto jury's wait

I let her decorate the real estate

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush