This is a song about "I ain t mad"

Crazy talking and foolish

And i got mad love to give

I know you're mad, but so what

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

So here i am at the store for some chips

Wonder if they take it all back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver