This is a song about "Cute you were mad"

Then you get mad when he leaves you

And all the shit you went through

You were my lucky charm, you were my four leaf clover

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

I'm a still love you

But you look so cute in blue...

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Even breathing. i know my rhymes make you mad

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

So i'm one with that

Did my rap make you mad?

Were you naughty or were you nice? only time will tell.

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell