This is a song about "Rage"

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

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

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

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

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

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

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

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

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

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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,