This is a song about "Sadness and grief"

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Uh sometimes sadness sometimes madness

Niggas surrounded by sadness

Rub the wood and ima show em love

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

No grief into these words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Black fours red drop head doors

It was a few chords when i was bored, and it cut through the sadness

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

He proclaims to others with grief

Gotta go, let her leave

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

So deceive in grief as much as you plead and breathe