This is a song about "Road rage blow jobs"

I get pissed and go in a rage

With foreign names, valet the range

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

That k o d a lil bit of change

Down on the page, laced with rage,

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

These jobs you work around the clock, they make you go insane,

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

You sell yourself for better jobs

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

I can’t even express myself, incredible hulk’s rage/