This is a song about "Vent"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I vent rhymes which deter your damn spews so footling for i aggravate the matter

Now satan's a friend, man to what extent? fuck it might as well vent,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

When we vent, we wouldn't give you 50 cents

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

I vent my anger and frustrations and thrust them on this page/

A mile wide, smile while i vent

See, you're my best friend

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

I'm sorry for this sadness i have i use rap as a vent

It's a better way to vent

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Honestly, the world is grim but this aint a place to vent that