This is a song about "Hate and rage"

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

And maybe that's why my mind was dotted with solely cold rage,

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I hate it and i hate you,

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

City national bank evolve into shape

And these lames will forever hate/

And i saw the rage that was brewing and forming

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

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

She got grove st. on replay

Lady of rage and rbx, g-funk would say,