This is a song about "Mad at me"

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Please dont be mad at me for what i spoken.

Now i ain't actually droppin' panties but you don't have to be mad at me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Straight off the block with it stepping out that chevrolet

Media scapegoat; who they can be mad at today

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

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

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Drop them off, say a few words, then get mad at god,

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that