This is a song about "What you mad at me for"

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad

Well, wait; won’t my mom get mad at me?

It ain't hard to make money

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

No wonder so many brothers be mad at me,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Listen to me baby, i know sometimes you might think i'm mad

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Like, what do i gotta do, for you to notice me

But we should be body to body

Look back at me and what do you see

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

I'm done, so mad at you that i don't wanna say goodbye

You mad with me cause i stay trill

As i light one for ill will