This is a song about "You mad"

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

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

You mad dog tannen, gettin' mad & panickin'

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

Yep you can call me mad most people already have

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad

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

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

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

You are mad cuz i choose him instead of you

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Did my rap make you mad?