This is a song about "Lo fi sad"

I killing people,but i still feel sad

And there's no way i can pay you back

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Oh boy lo soy, i wanna i wanna stretch the bubble

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

What's the deal with the nets though

Mira qué bonito lo,

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Do just feeling a little sad

I don't want it on my back

But now everthings just sad

Pass that, catch back, fast that

It makes me sad to see it

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit