This is a song about "U mad bro"

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

You're biting lyrics that's whacker than yours bro

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

Where the black girls get their weaves back

If i would be too mad

Time to get her bags get ghost

And bro, you've been deposed

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

You mad dog tannen, gettin' mad & panickin'

She got electric feel, don't taze me bro

I just call it …remember all the dough

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

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Or let the mob handle that

They way i dress is mad.