This is a song about "Am sorry for the pain"

Sorry for all the likes, i'm only fourteen, still a teeny

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Man could predict the pain she's bringin you for whatever,

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

I'm sorry the love i have for you isnt always shown,

For you the motherfucking pain just might not be,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

But it's not all about me, sorry for the abstraction

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

What the fuck am i waiting for man, make the sacrifice!/

Am aiming for the light

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Sorry for keep the off tone

We just want you back at home