This is a song about "Fury"

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

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

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Fury freights work of hate onto jury's wait

I let her decorate the real estate

Mors westford on a nigga with my axes of fury

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see