This is a song about "Mad dollah"

Thats how it is sex disasterously mad

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

That my determination would be driving me mad/

You just working with the scraps you was given

You mad dog tannen, gettin' mad & panickin'

Rather mad as the hatter

Yeah, right, get over here faster

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

When i was mad at fate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Did my rap make you mad?

Now you got me hopped up on that