This is a song about "Rage"

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

You see i promised that i'd never change

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Not king james, these were coke kings

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can scream and you can cry, just release all that rage,

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

The government collecting my taxes, i stand up in rage

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

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Magic city a lil bit of change