This is a song about "U mad bro"

It ain't like that

They way i dress is mad.

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Now u don't have a face to save, so don't be mad you lost the race

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

You mad dog tannen, gettin' mad & panickin'

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Sit down, take out a pencil and take some notes bro,

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

Bro what a bad schizophrenia u suffer///////

No bro because thats my thing

Shit, there ain't no telling

Criticism doesn't make him mad

There's crack, there's crack