This is a song about "Mad dollah"

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Let the beat spin like mad

Or let the mob handle that

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

When i was mad at fate

Like when fabulous made ray j mad

And there's no way i can pay you back

It ain't like that

People said i was mad

But dont go in raw

Cause i ain't mad at cha