This is a song about "Mad rhymes"

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Rather mad as the hatter

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

That my determination would be driving me mad/

When i was mad at fate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

All i need is the notepad

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

She michael jackson bad

Did my rap make you mad?

Even breathing. i know my rhymes make you mad

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag