This is a song about "I aint mad at you"

I'm done, so mad at you that i don't wanna say goodbye

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

You aint going anywhere i aint gunna let go,

Dissed you thinking it was cool, not just cuz i was mad

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

You mad with me cause i stay trill

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

If i faze out in from of you, please don't be mad at me

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

But i aint even mad, cuz if i dissed you back you would be ruined and furious

Even breathing. i know my rhymes make you mad

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that