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

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

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

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

I feel good, i look great

When i was mad at fate

At the park i bump into people tryin to make mad,

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

Now at least, im feedin myself with your organs

Look this the joint that could get me the spins