This is a song about "Ghetto sorrow"

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

And if times of loneliness bring sorrow and dismay,

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

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

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

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

I'm living like there's no tomorrow, ball till i fall mother fuck the sorrow

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Than a ghetto blaster

And they drummin' on the hollow buckets, show ain't over 'til it's bravo

I'm living like there's no tomorrow, ball till i fall mother fuck the sorrow

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto