This is a song about "Rage quit"

Cause all this pent up rage

Said her hearts, in a cage

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Make nigga turn his rage on

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

And i pray that never change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

And i don't want to quit

Back up on my fly shit

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

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

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

Born a winner and winners don't quit

I had to fight back and shit