This is a song about "The rage mob"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Cause any word i say burns the sun out and i'm filled with rage/

We the squad, freshgang , out that c-town mob

Ever since then i had no job

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Rage, pain, was blown away in the wind like bob dylan's,

Get off the stage, let him cough a rage

With foreign names, valet the range

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

I'm in college now got the professors to mob with me

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Full of shit, like i ate that john

We in the mob im the don,