This is a song about "Mad nez"

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Kid who always looks mad

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Like when fabulous made ray j mad

That my determination would be driving me mad/

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Mad power like macbeth,

Dc has never seen such progress

You mad dog tannen, gettin' mad & panickin'

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Thats how it is sex disasterously mad

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that