This is a song about "Phases"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I go through phases of violence

Always knew where the pot was

People living through phases

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

With their names in history pages and created places and phases

Playin' like he'd play me, phases of lame statements made

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Wont silent the wreckage, but sirens are stacked cages, that lack phases,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I'm in a couple phases.... i always thought i could move on from these