This is a song about "The rage of another guy pursuing a female that i like"

That's the window into the sky

Im just that type of guy

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Contagious contagion, i am a female but you niggas take the apron..

I saw a crazed shooter run away screaming in a blast of rage

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

And became aimless like the guy who thew that shoe/

See, i like the person that you are

I feel like another pile of lumber

If i could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit