This is a song about "The mad f"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

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

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

So my name is dave f and let me burst upon the scene