This is a song about "Friends sadness"

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

And the sadness that u deprive

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Would trigger me #giggles and poof all my sadness

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

What we gotta do to survive

My sadness was passing

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

To increase my ends

Trying to find some friends

No this ain't silver, this is my dilemma

Enough with the sadness, here comes the new era

Sadness and sin nothing but shame,

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain