This is a song about "Under a rage students"

What came over me next was a fit of rage.

With foreign names, valet the range

I saw a crazed shooter run away screaming in a blast of rage

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

And hide like a beast under the wood

Now i lead a new school full of students

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Now i lead a new school full of students

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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

I got an adult's hardheadedness, but a teenager's rage,

Adaptable i became, i'm in a case made for your rage

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age