This is a song about "Road rage"

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Uh, the road not taken

Ever since then i had no job

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

I get pissed and go in a rage

When i pull up in that candy range

Down on the page, laced with rage,

And i pray that never change

That k o d a lil bit of change

Will only fuel my infatuate rage

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

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