This is a song about "Mad at work"

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Media scapegoat; who they can be mad at today

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

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

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

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

No wonder so many brothers be mad at me,

Mad at the world cause the life that im living

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

When i was mad at fate

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass