This is a song about "Release"

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Don't wanna release my sin

And picture me rollin

So you wanna release platinum? you won’t even go wood,

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Lord, give me strength, release the demons inside,

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Release rhymes until the amplifier's breaking

Vocals release shells like automatics

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Release the energy stored beneath

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Step in, release, rep 'em like a weapon on beats,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans