This is a song about "Pretty and sad"

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I'm lucky that i got a better place to call home. no longer sad and alone.

You ain't gon find that

I was angry and sad

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

And i ain't in alaska so this shit was pretty sketchy

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

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

And, i'm sad and alone praying and wishing for my nigga to come home

You didnt do it for love you did it dause you grew a bone