This is a song about "The mad hatter"

Let the beat spin like mad

She michael jackson bad

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

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I'm madder then the hatter after he dropped acid and fell off of his ladder

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad

Im more insane then the mad hatter

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for