This is a song about "The mad hatte"

Blood spatter, cerebral brain matter splattered on the mad hatter,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

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

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

Here i go again, searching for love

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

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Mad at the world cause the life that im living

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again