This is a song about "So your mad"

Yeah i'm so mad just punched my window,

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Now i ain't saying i'm mad, but i'm gunning for your heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

But when i discuss a relationship your mad that we go back to this.

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

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

Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad

So drop the freaking attitude & stop with being mad & rude

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Raps are mad they sparing your feeling cause homie you actually