This is a song about "How i m sorry"

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Oh sorry i totally forgot

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

In private, not public in the streets

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained