This is a song about "Mad and sad"

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

And too me that's whats so damn sad

Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

In the house, holla back

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

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

Im sayin one night my love is like that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

I spit what i feel and that's quite sad