This is a song about "Grapes of wrath"

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Smash your spine, slash n' bind, so you could feel the wrath of mine

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

With the wrath of a killer, they said i’m tripping

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

They will feel the harder wrath

I can get straight to the cash

Feel the wrath of my rhythms

And panned out, i'm all in love

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

Indicate/ the wrath and my will, when you're trapped in an ill/ stagnant of feelings

Those lines are already better than yours, but i'll write more just for the kicks

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

My bars of wrath will smack you retarded fags