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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Bow down, and give you my hat cause i'm nice like that

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

When your sad angry happy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Why i had white bags in my backpack

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I snicker and say you don't want me angry

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

Sad i just said it, fed in to acknowledge us

See girl you are stronger then the strongest drug i ever had

Even though it took everything i had, i couldn't afford to be sad,