This is a song about "Ghetto sorrow"

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Fellow don't mess with the hero of sorrow

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

You got that indie glow

I've got no sorrow, and because i'm tough, my soul's hollow,

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

A ghetto in the making.

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Hunger is the feeling, it's like pain, but it's worse than sorrow,

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

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

Sorrow for what i always feel

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here