This is a song about "Dont get mad at me"

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

I dont need you coming at me like this,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Cuz she like the dirty southern drawl that the yanks get mad at.

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

Look it something they can't ever see

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Calm down dont get mad tho just cause youre ass bro..

When i was mad at fate

What you call hate

Get real hyphy at the party when you hear me

It's a battlejust for tha big money

God dont let them get to me while i sing your praise

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days