This is a song about "Mad crew"

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

When i'm through, with your crew/

Did my rap make you mad?

See i let my nigga split that

Thats the lifestyle me and my crew

I'm coming home with you

Thinking you're all big with your little crew,

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

There's crack, there's crack

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Or call you up, or send a text

Yea my crew vexed, crew vexed

She was wet off the bat

They way i dress is mad.

And you all will respect that

If i would be too mad