This is a song about "Pretty and sad"

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

And i'm here for you if you ever feelin sad

Pretty and i'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

And i was pretty angry at the government of us americans,

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

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

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

Or perhaps sad and they forget all of bliss.

There'd still be niggas out killing

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