This is a song about "Rage"

With foreign names, valet the range

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

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

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

What came over me next was a fit of rage.

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

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

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

Down on the page, laced with rage,

I'm autumn leaves change

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

Step up to the mic and i'm full of rage

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

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

I got an adult's hardheadedness, but a teenager's rage,