This is a song about "Mad or naw"

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

I promise i'mma call you back

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Cause the account never empty, naw it stay full son

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

She can only take so much more than her heart got

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

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

But naw yall drove me off the peer,

Thats how it is sex disasterously mad

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

My niggas getting mad

Cus if your love was all i had

Naw, i think you're just another hypocrite bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch