This is a song about "Mad pen"

The paper to the pen.

I got 800 invisible men

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

So i'm sticking to refining my pen

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Just another artist, and this was his pen

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Did my rap make you mad?

Whether teddy or pat

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

You mad dog tannen, gettin' mad & panickin'

Thats how it is sex disasterously mad

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat