This is a song about "Pretty and sad"

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

I was pretty nervous and sort of embarrassed

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I'm lucky that i got a better place to call home. no longer sad and alone.

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Im not sad or blue im fucking black and red dude rip a rapper up like old news

I will screw it and over do it, and if ya step on my brand new shoes,

Your rapping is tragically sad and you have to go practice

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

We're both pretty young still, so we'll just wait and see

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

I guess it was that bad, i hope your sad go ahead and tell your dad,

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack