This is a song about "I m so sorry"

And there's little to be glad for

I"m the designated driver

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

But i never stopped swearing so i'm sorry for the wearing

You other brothers can’t deny

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

So drop the slam and let's get sick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Ma'am i know it hurts, and i'm so sorry but yo boy was tryna harm me

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Sorry... not sorry, i probably shouldn't copy another killers story,

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...