This is a song about "Raging"

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Raging and raising up hell, waiting to pay someone else,

Will i rise to greatness im faithless ona basis being famous id be raging

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

But now our hate is raw, raging wars, no peace, we’re fed up,

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Raging hate, disgrace, i ain't graceful, if i'm mad at you,

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh