This is a song about "Release"

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

I got a lot of shit inside that i don't know how to release,

Vocals release shells like automatics

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Release rhymes, beast lines, welcome to the meat grind,

But i just wanna make love to your mind

Release a long yawn when rappers spit

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

Thats another way for me to release this eating hurt

Release the latch and let it flood

She said i'm ready to fuck