This is a song about "Sad rap song"

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

This song is an atomic bomb and i'm holding rap hostage

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Its so sad to see these girls like you try to rap

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

Help us find our inner song

Looking so damn right you're wrong

You are lookin a little sad,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

When you lie like that, its really sad

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Can barely finish a song

But actually i am sad

And i got that bait, they all bad