This is a song about "The mad hatter"

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

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

And there's little to be glad for

Im more insane then the mad hatter

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

Quick, cause working in a drought is a bitch

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

This is everything that we call hype

Haters mad cause i aint playin the game right