This is a song about "Sad and low"

Maybe a couple exten-do's these niggas know and i'm ridin low,

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Your rapping is tragically sad and you have to go practice

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Tell me, why doesn't your ass just suck dick and lay low?

And stop these gunfights, be peaceful, don't be low

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

And stop these gunfights, be peaceful, don't be low

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

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