This is a song about "You mad im leaving"

Then you get mad when he leaves you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Mamasita mamasita, why you leaving again

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

If you turn me off bitch be prepared to be leaving

Either which way you leaving my bitch

Trying to give them light and a message

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

The third one is mixed, white and black

Im more insane then the mad hatter

Not a rapper, i’m a raptor

Then i remember the day you told me you were leaving

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring