This is a song about "Why you mad bc your a hoe"

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Hoe, bitch why you fronting? you ain't come up, so why you showing up?

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

The other was you being a stocky hoe,

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

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

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

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Fuck off bro just clean your mirror hoe , yo i'm rapping with a golden mic

Shades: lv was a little dough

You fuck around and get killed hoe