This is a song about "Mad at god"

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Cuz she like the dirty southern drawl that the yanks get mad at.

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

You said he raped you and i got all mad and i was laughed at

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Please dont be mad at me for what i spoken.

At the park i bump into people tryin to make mad,

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Raging hate, disgrace, i ain't graceful, if i'm mad at you,

Media scapegoat; who they can be mad at today

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say