This is a song about "Sad pancakes"

Well, we are the roses

It's #sad, #damn #who's #sayin this?/

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

These french pancakes give me the crepes

To put it simply, they're just sad.

See i let my nigga split that

The jager in my cup is licorice black

If you deceive us, homie that's so sad

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

I spit what i feel and that's quite sad

Razor grips, laser spit

It makes me sad to see it

And that's jay line i had to quote that

And too me that's whats so damn sad