This is a song about "Rage"

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

With foreign names, valet the range

What! the antenna is gone! [gasp] rape the maid again in rage

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

Life offers nothing, so i’m just spitting this rage,

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

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,

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

The government collecting my taxes, i stand up in rage