This is a song about "Rage quir"

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

You promise that's change

Down on the page, laced with rage,

When i pull up in that candy range

What came over me next was a fit of rage.

With foreign names, valet the range

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Get off the stage, let him cough a rage

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

Got in more trouble as i got up that age