This is a song about "She cuts and sadness hurts her"

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

While she colors her big brother and mother and dad

I'm everything that they call nice

I fell on my hands, and she fell on her knees

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

As she goes through the levels

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

When i pull up in that candy range

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

And whisper into her ear "i'm going to thrisk ya", she shivers as i lifts her

I handed her a book and told her she had to pay

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

I'm the definition of sadness and bawl

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall