This is a song about "You mad bro"

Shit that makes the homies say, 'yo bro, you can really spit!"

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Then you get mad when he leaves you

Don't get mad when i smoke you

I call em up, they might fall through

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

And dont you forget it cuz your dead bro.

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Don't say fuck him, you say they my homies bro

You mad dog tannen, gettin' mad & panickin'

First off congratulations on the win

Lilnigga you suck some mad dick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Before a bare-handed, fight, and kill you, bro.