This is a song about "Short tempers"

After that moscato hit

Shit, i'm makin' this mic short circuit,

Yeah, it's all natural baby

His high is still really short to me

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

The afrocentric rappers who knew life is too short,

Life's to short to always hold a grudge

My mama smoked so god damn much

But not the rest, remember that rap was too short,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Ignite the bomb short fuse,

Niggas die over shoes

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

I'm short a couple dollars with a chip all in my collarbone,

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard