This is a song about "Sad stuff and killing yor dad and what its like phcyo"

Sicker and quicker and thicker are deing of the fixable issues

Im not sad or blue im fucking black and red dude rip a rapper up like old news

I opened my drawer today and it had all her stuff.

Together all the timethought it was true love

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

I got a dollar and a dream

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Its what i feel and think i've earned.

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

They say he's a dead dad and it's,