This is a song about "Mad at myself"

This is like riding through the city

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

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

Media scapegoat; who they can be mad at today

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

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

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Lookin at myself i stand in the mirror/