This is a song about "Mad rhymes"

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Got mad rhymes that's in a strech jacket

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

People used to say she was mad

Like when fabulous made ray j mad

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Naked woman rub my back

If i would be too mad

Even breathing. i know my rhymes make you mad

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

That my determination would be driving me mad/