This is a song about "I get mad"

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

I wanna fuck this shit, mad the public, get yo ass private as i add a hundred

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

When i was mad at fate

I'm dreaming to be great

If i would be too mad

Saying they this and that

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Drop them off, say a few words, then get mad at god,

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

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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

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

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