This is a song about "Gage in rage"

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

I'm talking about the rigged systems, we're lashing in rage,

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

If not i'll be in a rage at the world in which i'm caged like in a dog pound

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

I'm a slave to my own rage, no blonde in this world is safe.

While half my mental belongs in a cage

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Influence views til they change, ill put the youth in a rage

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

She stayed in a rage, hated minimum wage

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change