This is a song about "A mad scientist"

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

A boy, mothers mothering... they belong to the mad

Yeah i know you're mad, but i dont give a fuck

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Thats like a fat dude eatin mad food n dying of famine

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I'm just a good kid in a mad reservation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Have a cackle, and laugh cause you're mad that normans back again

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

I get on with my life as a scientist,

Life's a hard and mad game, you'll get caught by flames

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes