This is a song about "Wrath"

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Got my foot on the gas

They will feel the harder wrath

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

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Top dropped down, black on black

Feel my wrath of attack

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

My bars of wrath will smack you retarded fags

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

The wrath of my verses.

That's why i shine like i does