This is a song about "Don t get mad"

Cuz i started on the pad,i get these haters so mad

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Well, wait; won’t my mom get mad at me?

It's no longer a new jack city

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

Before i get mad n seek the biggest hatchet u ever seen

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

But don't get mad quacking as if you're hurt

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard