This is a song about "Rage dark"

That k o d a lil bit of change

Step up to the mic and i'm full of rage

Like a small garage in your backyard

I talk to myself in the dark

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

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

Cause all this pent up rage

I'm autumn leaves change

No sound will escape your throat, no not even rage,

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

(zing)light it up in the dark

Blasting out some backyard

I can’t even express myself, incredible hulk’s rage/

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

I got an adult's hardheadedness, but a teenager's rage,

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