This is a song about "Mad max"

You know, work that

Ouch me bad like i'm mad

Thats how it is sex disasterously mad

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Yh, we do it air max,on the ankles/

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

If i would be too mad

Ain't even tryna hold back

You, you, you have to pay for that

Did my rap make you mad?

Dc has never seen such progress

Mad power like macbeth,