This is a song about "So your mad"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Would u be mad if i never replied to your text?

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your

Lincoln just said that to save the nationthese are lies that we all accepted

I'm laughin' at your fantasy of commandin' rap pad, i ain't mad, kid

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

I'm mad so take your dagger and slaughter me,i didn't say dirty till i'm fine,

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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