This is a song about "Life and anger"

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

And now i'll release anger, on this damn mic i'm breathing life,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

And i know it's hard when you feel that anger growing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

I vent my anger and frustrations and thrust them on this page/

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Even stranger, fear and anger expressed through the same bangers

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Kids, they find it an outlet and need to channel their anger,

All that i need is some anger , blood and knife

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life