This is a song about "Mad partick"

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

Criticism doesn't make him mad

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

Like the mad hatter's bad bladder

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Snapple fact: you rather wack

If i would be too mad

Kid who always looks mad

Sneak up on attack

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

When i was mad at fate