This is a song about "Sad and angry"

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

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

I write these angry raps on my paper to try and open up,

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Maybe angry after lexiee went and smoked you, whatever

I spit what i feel and that's quite sad

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

But seemingly believe it though

Bad days come and go, sad days come and go

That thing just made me angry and furious...

Here i go again, searching for love

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Or perhaps sad and they forget all of bliss.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I snicker and say you don't want me angry