This is a song about "Sad diary"

Her life story was so sad

Quick flipping up sexy back

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

When your sad angry happy

Big homie hov said i am close

No more sad song on pianos

To put it simply, they're just sad.

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

But actually i am sad

And i got that bait, they all bad

But now everthings just sad

Well, i can handle that

Do just feeling a little sad