This is a song about "Hate and anger"

And beckon the beast that dwells and awaits to devour our anger

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Even stranger, fear and anger expressed through the same bangers

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

The world is a mest up place, with anger and hate

I held back my anger and comebacks

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

She's filled with anger now, and she doesn't -even- know why

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Cause anger is a sin, so go and sing:

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

And i've been releasin' anger, now the story is told,