This is a song about "The rage mob"

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

The government collecting my taxes, i stand up in rage

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

When i pull up in that candy range

Pinned in the face, you could see the rage,

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

Down on the page, laced with rage,

1-900-wale, nigga keep the change

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

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

Step up to the mic and i'm full of rage

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

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

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange