This is a song about "Mad pen"

I'ma ball, kill, then hit the pen

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Let the beat spin like mad

Whether teddy or pat

In the heartz of men

I got got my pad and pen

It was all bad

They way i dress is mad.

So i'm sticking to refining my pen

I wish i’ll never see you again

Dont need a pen to write

You got to have your game tight

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Just another artist, and this was his pen