This is a song about "The mad hatter"

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

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

Haters mad cause i aint playin the game right

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

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

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

Like a legend from the bible it's my mad arrival/

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

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

See, i like the person that you are

Like the mad hatter's bad bladder

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

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail