This is a song about "Unjust temper"

Your temper tantrums are ratchet too pacifists to catch it

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Thats why i'm a crip, rid the world of unjust

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Dismember emcee's internally offender with a temper

Man i just lost my temper

I know most guys won't freak together

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Got a heavy temper, steady but let the machete sever my nemesis

To provoke her temper, you're the offender,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Skinny dipper,yeah she got a temper,

Of impactful things one can ask for

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

A poetic criminal being unjust toward the minimal.