This is a song about "Lady of rage"

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

Oh you're cray baby stands for crazy lady

I want a woman not a lady

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Im admitedly full of mad rage and locked in a no rap cage

So search hard till you find your lady,

So gon' and be my dealer baby

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

How they rave with a phrase of rage, days of sonic,

Mixed with pain, anger, and hateful rage, the essence of youth,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Loud and. simply full of rage, but in this day age i

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first