This is a song about "Rage mob"

When you took my hand up so calm

We in the mob im the don,

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

No wonder why when times get hard

It's like mob time we pay them

I'll never call you bitch again

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

Recognize every rhyme or i just may rage

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

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

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

Pay dues like a hair salon

Make nigga turn his rage on