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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

Haters acting the bitterest they just mad cause im different

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

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

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Life is a bitch but i skipped school gripped my balls middle finger saying fuck

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

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

‘cuz you’re mad enough to scream but you’re sad enough to tear (x2)

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Walk blind into a line or fight

Haters mad cause i aint playin the game right