This is a song about "Mad or nah"

You know, work that

Did my rap make you mad?

Dc, man over money

Nah, aeke's gotta talk to me

Don’t you be holding back

Kid who always looks mad

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

As a motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment, nah nah

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitch that's just how i feel (nah)

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

They way i dress is mad.

Beautiful are thou, africa

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah