This is a song about "Mad beat"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Kid who always looks mad

Cause we done did that

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Rather mad as the hatter

Cause i ain't mad at cha

The science and the art, africa

That moschino shit is so back

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

Ouch me bad like i'm mad

She always comin back

People said i was mad

All i need is the notepad

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

It makes me mad to where i want to beat the person who did this to you,