This is a song about "Babe im sorry for prom"

If know whats good for ya babe

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Im shredding you rappers up im sorry your threw.

My home girl told me i got an issue

So sorry im on the road again the tour bus of sin

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Im sorry to say that im her other

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Im sorry for the repetition, im just tired of the tradition,

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Like im tommy lee and she's that babe pam

But oh im sorry to say

Hit you from a block away

Feelin sorry for myself no self esteem

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream