This is a song about "The mad f"

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

And whoever the villain is, is none o f your business,

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Third ward general, young cash money

Like the mad hatter's bad bladder

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Im more insane then the mad hatter