This is a song about "Live fast hit and rage"

And that shit gives them more reason, but you rage battles on,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

And you were tryna get it over fast.

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

So i live life in the fast lane

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

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

These incidents only fueled my anger, resentment, and rage.

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

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

And i saw the rage that was brewing and forming