This is a song about "Sad and depressed i want to throw magnum to my head"

It's sad, but i ain't here, to talk about my fuckin' child hood,

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

And bow my head down, so i pray to one and only thee

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

And i dont want my heart to get broken

So i just had to write this rap to get my head.

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

I know your sad & you want me to come back but i cant

It has been this way

And i want you to stay

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

And my head i got to keep it

Don't let me into my zone (i’m definitely in my zone)

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