This is a song about "Ip release"

I said i don’t give a fuck

Release the latch and let it flood

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

Thats another way for me to release this eating hurt

Scab, fix up look shop joe

Then i'll release a torpedo

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Get ready to release a debut cd

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Where was that? you say the 90's set you free, but when was your release?

Release that white lumpy cream, teen crime scene,

The bitches is everything in between

The pressures getting to my head, so i gotta release/

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees