This is a song about "Pain and anger"

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Mixed with pain, anger, and hateful rage, the essence of youth,

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

I start raiding these houses and blow in anger

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Now i'm grown up, anger passed and i'll continue my chapter

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

All i have is my suffering and pain

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne