This is a song about "Mad bars"

This is just a few bars

Y’all only in it for the cars

Yeah, the sex in the sack

If i would be too mad

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Like when fabulous made ray j mad

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Criticism doesn't make him mad

I pipe in and one night her

Rather mad as the hatter

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

That my determination would be driving me mad/