This is a song about "Angry and sad i had spagetthi in my hat"

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

While the other while tip his hat and stape the union in the back,

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

I write these angry raps on my paper to try and open up,

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Sad i just said it, fed in to acknowledge us

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

And bitch you knew you had my heart in a fuckin cage

Have you ever had a feeling in life that you was feeling sad

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that