This is a song about "Depressed and sad"

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

It made me depressed, and i confess, i lied to your face,

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Bad days come and go, sad days come and go

Im not sad or blue im fucking black and red dude rip a rapper up like old news

Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

And said she'd pray for my sad, twisted soul

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Or perhaps sad and they forget all of bliss.

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Stay in it till i'm old, sad and stinking

And getting money is the song i sing

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

And i find that sad that your part of a crew