This is a song about "The rage of another guy pursuing a female that someone likes"

Get off the stage, let him cough a rage

When i pull up in that candy range

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

That's the type of shit that'll get a "tough guy" stole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

What came over me next was a fit of rage.

While half my mental belongs in a cage

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Especially a guy like me someone so shy,

Did you meet another guy

In the lambo looking like a fly

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Just another type of guy, that lives to get by