This is a song about "Chorus i m sorry"

Used to call me the african don dada

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

That scary love, never get married love

I decided to fuck the chorus

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Fuck i look like saying i'm sorry

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Sorry i didn't make this easy

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

After all this is a chorus and i am back

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...