This is a song about "Mad cunts"

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

For me it's all that matters i harm cunts with slashes

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

Did my rap make you mad?

You know, work that

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You mad dog tannen, gettin' mad & panickin'