This is a song about "Lashing"

I'm talking about the rigged systems, we're lashing in rage,

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

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

And i'll be lashing back like a shaq attack on these rap beats

And i'll be lashing back like a shaq attack on these rap beats

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out