This is a song about "Trying to control anger"

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Don't want to anger her, or make her irked

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

From the people who control to people

To unleash the anger from the booze.

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Trying to get to you

Wolf gang, triple six crew

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

And beckon the beast that dwells and awaits to devour our anger

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Im trying to work on my anger/

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Kids, they find it an outlet and need to channel their anger,