This is a song about "Mad at life"

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

That’s rock bottom, when life makes you mad enough to kill,

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Little did i know that life is not just about bad bitches, mad riches, got stitches

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?

If i faze out in from of you, please don't be mad at me

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Rollin' down the four o five

Well... not at this point in my life