This is a song about "Stop the mad"

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Rhythm cop, to stop the prodding non-stop.

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Im more insane then the mad hatter

Living if she is or not

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

A boy, mothers mothering... they belong to the mad

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

And i could see you coming home after work late

Stop the racism, stop the violence, stop the hate,

At the park i bump into people tryin to make mad,

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back