This is a song about "Being mad"

She always comin back

People used to say she was mad

That my determination would be driving me mad/

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

And i got that bait, they all bad

Mad power like macbeth,

Wish i could shed all these tears

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

You got reason to brag

My niggas getting mad

When i was mad at fate

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate