This is a song about "Road rage blow jobs"

When i pull up in that candy range

Down on the page, laced with rage,

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

But i got these shitty jobs, and look at me, i’m educated,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Is southern culture, still we got our fucking jobs overseas,

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

I get pissed and go in a rage

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

Recognize every rhyme or i just may rage

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