This is a song about "Mad at me"

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

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

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

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I'll go mad at a rave, i'm ravin' mad! and i feel like the man any place i'm at!

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

"everytime you see me in the kitchen, and your mad at mommy and daddy,

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Of me winning with these mad bitches snitching.

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting