This is a song about "Sadness anf love"

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Sadness they hope you'll borrow. let the flow take you over, as the voice

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

With foreign names, valet the range

Sadness and sin nothing but shame,

I got that goodman game

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

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

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Enough with the sadness, here comes the new era

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella