This is a song about "Sadness and cigarettes"

All we need is convienient love

I dwell within sadness

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

Together all the timethought it was true love

Do it to attack and rap about the bad times, sadness

And i doubt that ever change

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

Sadness and sin nothing but shame,

You're not usin' your brain

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

That's enough of that i've had it i'm happy i've got no more overwhelming sadness

I'm the definition of sadness and bawl

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall