This is a song about "The mad f"

Im more insane then the mad hatter

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Aint trying to front its the smoke that's mad me rich

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

But that's what he liked her

Like the mad hatter's bad bladder

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Race laps of mad collabs like im runnin the autobahn,

But i just can't stand how f***** up the whole world is

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this