This is a song about "Temper off da meter"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I've erupt the fucking meter, your heater,

Forget all the temper swings

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Rather mess with a cliever than to get close to him by a meter

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

Let my temper get me

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

But i have a very bad temper don't u remember