This is a song about "Mad libs"

The third one is mixed, white and black

People used to say she was mad

No, not bombs over baghdad

People said i was mad

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You mad dog tannen, gettin' mad & panickin'

Mad power like macbeth,

Wish i could shed all these tears

Can't win with a passive attack

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

Like when fabulous made ray j mad

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Listen to me baby, i know sometimes you might think i'm mad