This is a song about "Madison middle school haters luke david sad mad emotions schools"

Cuz i started on the pad,i get these haters so mad

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Where the black girls get their weaves back

When i was mad, you thought i was sad

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad

I bet you hear that white music

These haters sad, cause they raps blow dick

Make room for the groom married to his music

These haters mad, cause my rap's flow's sick