This is a song about "The raging bull"

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

And you all will respect that

Better than the last stack of bull crap

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

Will i rise to greatness im faithless ona basis being famous id be raging

I drink a red bull to get a red wing, flow tight make the dead sing

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Shut up and don't take the bull from yourself, too gullible

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel

But reality shows ain't real

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears