This is a song about "Pretty and sad"

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

And make it rain bad before you're main sad rap

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

And said she'd pray for my sad, twisted soul

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Or perhaps sad and they forget all of bliss.

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was