This is a song about "Football mad"

And you all will respect that

Ouch me bad like i'm mad

Let the beat spin like mad

Top dropped down, black on black

Mad power like macbeth,

I don't fear death

Kid who always looks mad

Well, i can handle that

People said i was mad

You, you, you have to pay for that

Tupac, the nigga of truth, the nigga of heart, back when he was the real deal//

Punt her like a football 'till my hoof leg goes numb. my oh my, what do we here?

She was wet off the bat

My niggas getting mad