This is a song about "Glad and sad"

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I'm lucky that i got a better place to call home. no longer sad and alone.

U just better be glad that i pray for you ass, it's sad,

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

It hurts when you break your trust, sad and true

I'm after you bringing traffic through

You got that indie glow

But im glad it didnt doe

Or perhaps sad and they forget all of bliss.

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

When that money calls i holla back

Although knowing we'll be glad

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

She's beautiful and one of a kind i'm glad she's mine

And be glad to be the one inducting you into the triple 6 shitlist exhibit

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit