This is a song about "I get mad"

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

And now i'm laughin cause they'll all get so fuckin' mad

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

She likes the way it hits her lips

I get an itch when i hit shows or pump the studio with mad flow,

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

I get mad when people killed and no justice given

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Is the fact i always made them crazy and mad

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

And now i'm laughin cause they'll all get so fuckin' mad

Pass that, catch back, fast that

They way i dress is mad.

Don't get too mad at me, i ain't finna apologize for these dastardly rhymes,

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives