This is a song about "Mad deer"

If i would be too mad

You ain't gon find that

The science and the art, africa

Cause i ain't mad at cha

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

In my mom's stomach, came out like a deer

Y'all mario brothers, i'm metal gear

When i was mad at fate

New york, va, dc, get paid

You're fucking scared now. like a deer in a headlights

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

Like when fabulous made ray j mad