This is a song about "Mad at myself"

I take a look at myself then take a look at her clothes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

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

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

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I'll go mad at a rave, i'm ravin' mad! and i feel like the man any place i'm at!

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Please dont be mad at me for what i spoken.

* amalgam digital download bonus track

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad