This is a song about "How to be not sad"

And that's how it's supposed to be

That's the way, you can move it baby

How it's supposed to be

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Round my motherfuckin way

It's really sad to say

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Well not the bars but that's how high i be

Should not be hard to find

For that paper, i'mma grind

Not fucking enough to be contenders. just sad old men at home watching

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Than the muse of a family

It's a mystery how you came to be

I mean bad its fuckin sad and thats something we could of built off of to be

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby