This is a song about "Primitive rage"

Down on the page, laced with rage,

When i pull up in that candy range

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

I can’t even express myself, incredible hulk’s rage/

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

With hairy and primitive skin

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

What! the antenna is gone! [gasp] rape the maid again in rage

Spittin' primitive like pissin' and dismissin' puttin' the lid up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Like the pyramids primitive appearing in

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Ignorance is only bliss on a primitive level

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

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,