This is a song about "Mood ring"

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

But things don't look true, we gotta pull through, without poor mood,

And me my momma was always in a very bad mood

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Then drop bombs like vietnam better ring

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Look up the statistics, and then reflect your mood

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

So before i go, you should harvest food

You do not wanna see me in bad mood.

Suggestin' there'll ever be a such thing, ring, ring ring,

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything