This is a song about "Y u mad"

These haters hope i hurry up and die

I love you only aid for you y

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

Let the beat spin like mad

Ain't even tryna hold back

While all those ships go tips(y)

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Did my rap make you mad?

Cause time is money

L y r i to the c