This is a song about "Henry angry"

Imma spit this angry rap

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

He's angry, maybe cause he wants a dick in his big lips

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Or leave him angry heating.

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Is she happy is she angry or confused

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Sometimes the lies make me angry

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

So are you busy being angry that my flow is just better?

Go harder when i'm angry, shift keys shootin all caps

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands