This is a song about "Wrath"

I'm comin' at you with a titan's wrath

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Every single season i just feel the wrath of over blast

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Feel my wrath, take a bath, you stink.

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

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

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

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

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Biggest history to be made since the wrath of khan,

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb