This is a song about "I got you mad"

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

You got mad style and now my hands tied

I don't know why i'm even on this track

When i was mad, you thought i was sad

Im da main man, so i got mad riches

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad