This is a song about "Rage against the machine"

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

I'm just a cog in the machine,

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

Get off the stage, let him cough a rage

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

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

When my backs against the wall

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

Down on the page, laced with rage,

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

Make sure to give them my all

Throw two hunid against the wall,