This is a song about "Mad men"

I promise i'mma call you back

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Nastiest over-limit went men

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Magic city tipping them

I had never fit in with the men.

And you all will respect that

Did my rap make you mad?

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

You, you, you have to pay for that

If i would be too mad

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Fuckin call him a faggot, he's attracted to men