This is a song about "Sad for no peace"

For the people at least in the streets thoughts of peace,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

So much for that peace prize fuckin hypocrite

I ain't one to preach a speech calling for peace

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

War is all i'm good for i don't know what peace is

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

You're tryin' to rise over mandala, there's no peace in his rest

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

No more sad song on pianos

So while you worry about the hoes

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

You know, the street kinds, ain't no peace signs,