This is a song about "Niggas 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

People used to say she was mad

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

Old niggas mad cause' they played out like a sega

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Like when fabulous made ray j mad

Im sayin one night my love is like that

So i'm one with that

Kid who always looks mad