This is a song about "Sad stuff"

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

To put it simply, they're just sad.

She can make a pimp fall in love

Have to leave without your stuff

The door crack, niggas all black

Her life story was so sad

When you lie like that, its really sad

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Or let the mob handle that

But actually i am sad

And now it's clear as this promise

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

You are lookin a little sad,

And you all will respect that