This is a song about "Sad songs"

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

And getting songs signed by minors

They use violence but i murder with my songs

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Do just feeling a little sad

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Wussup with all these love songs?

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

And sing songs every stary night

Or let the mob handle that

You are lookin a little sad,

But actually i am sad

When that money calls i holla back

But now everthings just sad

Can't win with a passive attack