This is a song about "Pretty and sad"

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Or perhaps sad and they forget all of bliss.

And i find that sad that your part of a crew

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

I spit what i feel and that's quite sad

May just gon' bring hobo back

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Strumming my pain with his fingers

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

To see her pretty little face bruised and black

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag