This is a song about "Mad at life"

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Well, wait; won’t my mom get mad at me?

No wonder so many brothers be mad at me,

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Please dont be mad at me for what i spoken.

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Cause i ain't mad at cha

But dont go in raw

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

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

I'm done, so mad at you that i don't wanna say goodbye

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

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

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap