This is a song about "Mad and ambaresed"

Jt: no one to hold her tight

You got mad style and now my hands tied

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

I get mad when people killed and no justice given

To just come and shoot ya like when fabolous made ray j mad

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Still sharp as a knife and now i'm making mad,

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

See girl you are stronger then the strongest drug i ever had

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

I mad plus i got a mad shortgun, aim at two niggas and see them both run.

I'm not mad, i'm just quite bored and sadistic

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock