This is a song about "Mad men"

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Let the beat spin like mad

Cus if your love was all i had

See i let my nigga split that

Ouch me bad like i'm mad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

They way i dress is mad.

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

We're just corrupted youth acting like alcoholic mad men/

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Don't sell out to any faction that make you billboards for the mad men

Flyer then the rest of them

Makes me sleep and blown by men.