This is a song about "Mad world"

Now you got me hopped up on that

Ouch me bad like i'm mad

Flo flo flow bad like i'm mad

Well, i can handle that

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

No car key and i mean that

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

When that money calls i holla back

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Conjuring mad man spells

And i got that bait, they all bad

My niggas getting mad

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

I’m smoother than alopecia skin