This is a song about "You mad"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I'm not mad i'm curious, was it you, now i'm furious.

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

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

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

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

That’s rock bottom, when life makes you mad enough to kill,

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

You can say all you want are you mad or not?

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Even breathing. i know my rhymes make you mad