This is a song about "Why be sad"

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

It's a sad mess always wanting to be hand fed

Killing these niggas off quick

Mckoo, why you be sucking dick

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

It's sad to see apathy, that's why the cops won't try shit

Damn, why can i be that cool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Let me be angry or sad, that gets my rap into the cash.

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

And it'd just be myself alone, but i don't know why

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I mean bad its fuckin sad and thats something we could of built off of to be

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I was sad to be tardy. i acted like marty.