This is a song about "Mad hatter"

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

Catch you up on places i've been

There's crack, there's crack

People used to say she was mad

It ain't like that

People said i was mad

Like the mad hatter's bad bladder

I'm past that, i'm working on my master

I'm madder then the hatter after he dropped acid and fell off of his ladder,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Criticism doesn't make him mad

And there's no way i can pay you back

Now you got me hopped up on that

If i would be too mad

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