This is a song about "Mad at myself"

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

I don't know why you're freaking out but at least you made it clear to myself

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

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

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Hurling myself at an easel, i got more endurance than a diesel

Cause i ain't mad at cha

And i am raw

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit