This is a song about "Rage and revenge"

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

If i could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it

My head spins and it twirls, until it hurls me into rage.

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

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

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Revenge solves everything

A break from what you hearing

And that shit gives them more reason, but you rage battles on,

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

So i grab her by the hands and hold her down to the bench

This is what happens to a man that gets played and wants revenge

And i saw the rage that was brewing and forming

We ain't never 'gon be, i'll be leavin' in the morning