This is a song about "Mad at myself"

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

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Myself as the best or at least one of the best,

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

Mad at the world cause the life that im living

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

I go through that every morning when i look at myself,

The science and the art, africa

Cause i ain't mad at cha