This is a song about "Rage quir"

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

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

You ain't working hard as this

If there was i'd be in rage bitches

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

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

I want to feel her in every way

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

I might light the mic in a violent rage

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

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