This is a song about "The rage mob"

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

And i saw the rage that was brewing and forming

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Steaming enraged, unleashing my rage, released on the page,

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

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

The government collecting my taxes, i stand up in rage

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

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

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

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

Foes has got to realize, the mob on a killin, robbers gott a stealing,