This is a song about "Mad pussy game"

I think you're a pussy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I know what you do with that

Ouch me bad like i'm mad

Born of a later-day, mad-hater styled child's game/

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Criticism doesn't make him mad

I don't want it on my back

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Listen i got mad love for the game and the women

Cus if your love was all i had

They way i dress is mad.

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

But five years from now i bet she see

I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy

Must be something you want me to see