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

You could not afford a hoe mate, how would you support a soul mate

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

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

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Well, total honesty, between you, your boss and me, you horny hoe

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

If your a rapper why you look like a back up dancer for soul train

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

No, but it will give everyone a show, your just mad cause i fucked yo hoe, thats a little low,