This is a song about "Rage against the machine"

Know you want me to fall

When my backs against the wall

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the 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 college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

But when i rage against haters they all afraid and get shook,

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Get off the stage, let him cough a rage

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

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

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!