This is a song about "Why you mad"

I been tellin' you why

Dreamin on a lullaby

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Even breathing. i know my rhymes make you mad

You getting mad cause i'm no generic white dom kennedy,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

After i demolish you i know you'll be getting mad,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Why are you mad? i brag to my friends about you 24 seven,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Then you get mad when he leaves you