This is a song about "Down and dreary"

//and its my turn to settle down

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Come wit me you'll smoke around

And i kno yuu looking down

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

And she was never really there whenever he'd be down

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Irate and impregnate, too late i'm breaking down

And we all know ,we been dragged down

I drive that all around

Timmy got his bike stole

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

And jottin' down shit, formulatin' plots/

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots