This is a song about "Ghetto sorrow"

She told me erything is real

Sorrow for what i always feel

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin' to drown their sorrow,

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Forever young and ghetto fabulous

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

And if times of loneliness bring sorrow and dismay,

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

You were from a place where people swallow their sorrow