This is a song about "Rage against the machine"

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

It seems that i'm mean you ain't seen the stampede,i'm a rapping machine the meanest mc

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

I might light the mic in a violent rage

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

The government collecting my taxes, i stand up in rage

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

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the 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