This is a song about "Being mad at a guy i like dor flirting"

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

I'm done, so mad at you that i don't wanna say goodbye

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

So i head out, start searching for another flirting whore/

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

But dont go in raw

Cause i ain't mad at cha

I'll go mad at a rave, i'm ravin' mad! and i feel like the man any place i'm at!

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And i ended up being the bad guy,

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

You know i want a piece of that pie

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

And this will be the song that we sing

I believed in a higher being.