This is a song about "Mad gab"

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Like the mad hatter's bad bladder

Thats how it is sex disasterously mad

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

My talent should take me places i've never been

You mad dog tannen, gettin' mad & panickin'

Like when fabulous made ray j mad

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

It's all good, finna dog that

Kid who always looks mad

Conjuring mad man spells

I made it myself

And i am raw

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

We never tattle, let god handle that