This is a song about "Rage mob"

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

We in the mob im the don,

Pay dues like a hair salon

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

I can taste the salt from my tears