This is a song about "Your mad"

All i need is the notepad

If i would be too mad

"everytime you see me in the kitchen, and your mad at mommy and daddy,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Like when fabulous made ray j mad

You, you, you have to pay for that

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

People used to say she was mad

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

That my determination would be driving me mad/

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Now i ain't saying i'm mad, but i'm gunning for your heads

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes