This is a song about "Sad of life"

Get away from the stress of life

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

I was angry and sad

May just gon' bring hobo back

Thats the story of ya life

We hustle to survive

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

Hop in and let me test drive

In the prime of my life

And i find that sad that your part of a crew

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Just then i start thinkin' of that sad basement

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe