This is a song about "Mad at myself"

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

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

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

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

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Please dont be mad at me for what i spoken.

Now that little pre cum gone be having me swollen

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

I have never been cracked out at karoake i should not be proud of myself

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