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

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

At the park i bump into people tryin to make mad,

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

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

And i ended up being the bad guy,

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino

I'm dreaming to be great

When i was mad at fate

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

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high