This is a song about "The raging bull"

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Better than the last stack of bull crap

If i'm athiest, i'm athiest, so please stop imposing bull.

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Raging hate, disgrace, i ain't graceful, if i'm mad at you,

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Flapjack, ooh he bring

That i'm saving my raging