This is a song about "Sad things"

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

And i'm here for you if you ever feelin sad

Not king james, these were coke kings

And brutally doing things

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

It wasn’t hard to comprehend, it just made me sad

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

One day i was feeling a bit sad,

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

To put it simply, they're just sad.

What them tippers don't see

When your sad angry happy

But actually i am sad

Or let the mob handle that