This is a song about "The mad hatte"

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

The only reason to hate if this sounds like you, than you mad

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

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

Race laps of mad collabs like im runnin the autobahn,

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Before i get mad n seek the biggest hatchet u ever seen

Haters acting the bitterest they just mad cause im different

I'm sure you get the point and i prefer you throw it urgent

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

So that don't even matter

Im more insane then the mad hatter