This is a song about "Wrath"

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

You fuck with me and i'm better, so you're facin my wrath

And flee from me like epidemics, spreadin' with a harmin' wrath,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

I think about effects of human nature and its flaming wrath,

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

They will feel the harder wrath

And you know i'm vicious 'cause justy kicked your ass, so feel this wrath

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

So chase the air hide your stash

And im rocking a little wrath

And flamin' wrath, jehovah is my witness, i'll wait for mine,

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,