This is a song about "Glad"

Money i make em buck

I'm glad that we ain't caked up.

But im glad it didnt doe

Heard that you alright though

Im gonna get glad at you fucking fags

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Pattying cakes with her son and he looks like he's glad

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

I'm glad i met you in the city that day,

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

I actually was happy and glad

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

The world looking out, they on the front row

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

I'm just glad i'm not a faggot like you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue