This is a song about "The mad hatter"

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

The you should look up in the stars

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

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

I call her, no answer

Like the mad hatter's bad bladder

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

And i don't make no bed rock

I don’t care where ya are

Rather mad as the hatter

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

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little