This is a song about "Supper sad"

When i was mad, you thought i was sad

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Luxury life, results living bad

When your sad angry happy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I raped her riped her up,on bed sheets supper time big feeds my needs

Yea it's supper time and it's almost two

The boa know they loving the crew

Get my taste from all of my bitches

It's #sad, #damn #who's #sayin this?

But now everthings just sad

You, you, you have to pay for that