This is a song about "Mad at the world"

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I’m the king of a whole game, i’m at the top of the world (x2)

Let the beat spin like mad

Can’t you hear that

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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

Flowing proper at the world, just to see who is sicker/

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

The science and the art, africa

Cause i ain't mad at cha

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races