This is a song about "Mad beat"

See i let my nigga split that

Kid who always looks mad

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

To beat or not to beat/

What do i really need

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Bet i'm heavy with that

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

There's crack, there's crack

Top dropped down, black on black

They way i dress is mad.