This is a song about "Pretty and sad"

I was angry and sad

She michael jackson bad

And too me that's whats so damn sad

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

To see her pretty little face bruised and black

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas