This is a song about "Mad or nah"

You can say all you want are you mad or not?

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

"nah man your just high again"

If a nigga didn't fake like them

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch that's just how i feel (nah)

I get an itch when i hit shows or pump the studio with mad flow,

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Kid who always looks mad

See i let my nigga split that

Nah i aint the black activist

If you feel it, it must be real just

You mad dog tannen, gettin' mad & panickin'

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

My niggas getting mad

Or let the mob handle that