This is a song about "Sadness and cigarettes"

Let's have a toast for this new love

Niggas surrounded by sadness

I want to drink my sadness down

All my other people that dance around

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

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

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

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

See boy she been in love

I dwell within sadness

Happy sadness lonely

I reel them in, goadomes on see

With foreign names, valet the range

My music feeds on sadness and rage,