This is a song about "Pretty and sad"

And too me that's whats so damn sad

To get them niggas while they laid back

To see her pretty little face bruised and black

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

Sicker and quicker and thicker are deing of the fixable issues

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

Malia family, we the family

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

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Now you got me hopped up on that

I spit what i feel and that's quite sad