This is a song about "Pretty and sad"

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Or perhaps sad and they forget all of bliss.

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

Stay in it till i'm old, sad and stinking

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I bet pretty soon you'll spend it all and then be nameless.

To see her pretty little face bruised and black

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Are you hearing me right turn the sound up on the microphone

And, i'm sad and alone praying and wishing for my nigga to come home

Quick flipping up sexy back

I was angry and sad

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

And cooperate you pretty little flowers