This is a song about "Young and mad and free"

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

But im still young and the holder

My records sell, yes sir

Look at shorty ass, way meaner

And peace to this young warrior,

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Forever young and ghetto fabulous

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

We never tattle, let god handle that

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Handing out amnesia writers block and its free