This is a song about "Mad hatter"

People used to say she was mad

Yeah, the sex in the sack

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Blood spatter, cerebral brain matter splattered on the mad hatter,

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

Cause i can't seem to see myself

Conjuring mad man spells

People said i was mad

She michael jackson bad

They way i dress is mad.

Don’t you be holding back

If i would be too mad

When love comes callin', don’t love back