This is a song about "Mad hatter"

They way i dress is mad.

She always comin back

My niggas getting mad

Bring that shit the fuck back

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Ouch me bad like i'm mad

And you all will respect that

People said i was mad

You know, work that

Keeping artist shattered,some say i shoot lyrics crazily call me the mad hatter.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

People used to say she was mad

Bet i'm heavy with that