This is a song about "Ghetto sorrow"

The bar is passin' bottles, money comin' like the lotto

What's left except drinkin', doin' drugs to drown your sorrow,

This moment made my dreams slowly sorrow

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Together all the timethought it was true love

Why wrongful sorrow is felt for his victims,

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

See, it's something about commitment though

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Smokin just to swallow any sorrow that they wallow in

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

And if times of loneliness bring sorrow and dismay,

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day