This is a song about "Fury"

Fury freights work of hate onto jury's wait

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Mors westford on a nigga with my axes of fury

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

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

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

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights