This is a song about "Mad at work"

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

No wonder so many brothers be mad at me,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Please dont be mad at me for what i spoken.

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

Cause i ain't mad at cha

The science and the art, africa