This is a song about "The rage mob"

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

The government collecting my taxes, i stand up in rage

So take the stage just show me what you got

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

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

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

There's anger, rage, and hate, wish i could sever all the pain,

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Pinned in the face, you could see the rage,

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

Down on the page, laced with rage,

That k o d a lil bit of change

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

Get off the stage, let him cough a rage