This is a song about "Sad love rap"

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Its full bad,its just sad

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

Skill pays the bills, love rap hate them pills,

Just another day out in beverly hills

That rap game, although changed, has given true love a shot.

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

What i really like to do is live, love, eat, play, rap, make love too.

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

She got something i never had

You are lookin a little sad,

And i got that bait, they all bad

To put it simply, they're just sad.

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Let me be angry or sad, that gets my rap into the cash.