This is a song about "Mad at work"

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

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

Mad at the world cause the life that im living

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

I mad plus i got a mad shortgun, aim at two niggas and see them both run.

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that