This is a song about "Mad one"

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Kid who always looks mad

Ha my mojo back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Did my rap make you mad?

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Criticism doesn't make him mad

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

When that money calls i holla back

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

If i would be too mad

They way i dress is mad.

I'm stuck with that