This is a song about "A sad naive girl"

And he, what's his name, earl

Cause people want a girl,

I'ma bust open your lip make you look like a sad clown

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down

I'm over sitting in my room, with a sad frown.

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

I can't remember much but i was always sad as a kid.

See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded

A young naive obnoxious youth, the cops in hot pursuit,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

A boxed dove, rather lost, so sad cause

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

It's a sad life, that the others control,