This is a song about "Sad deppredion"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

When your sad angry happy

Bitch, i was born to ball

I get sad when u dont call

If you deceive us, homie that's so sad

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Whether teddy or pat

I was angry and sad

And oh, i gotta find my way

It's really sad to say

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

I killing people,but i still feel sad

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

It wasn’t hard to comprehend, it just made me sad