This is a song about "Hate and rage"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

If i could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it

There's anger, rage, and hate, wish i could sever all the pain,

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

I never fit in with them light skins

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

You can scream and you can cry, just release all that rage,

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

I get pissed and go in a rage

That k o d a lil bit of change

You redundant, you never ever change

My music feeds on sadness and rage,