This is a song about "A mad party"

After a night of barcadi, booze, a party ruse with gentlemen pretends

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Got mad rhymes that's in a strech jacket

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Tell mummy i'm sorry, this life is a party

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

And all women who had light features, see

You doing the berney at a little kids party

Tell mummy i'm sorry, this life is a party

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see