This is a song about "Wrath"

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

I'm trying to save us from any wrath

With the wrath of a killer, they said i’m tripping

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Wonder if they take it all back

Feel the wrath matter fact y'all whack

Feel my wrath of attack

It was all bad

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Time to start the game, crack your brain, like wrath of caine/

Pounds of hash pass past but taken with wrath

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

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

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

Well i'm a lot iller, feel the flames of satan's wrath,

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass