This is a song about "Supper sad"

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Do just feeling a little sad

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

But now everthings just sad

The third one is mixed, white and black

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Putting cancer in supper and shit

This is like love, that you can never get

And too me that's whats so damn sad

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad