This is a song about "I m sorry autie"

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Used to call me the african don dada

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Can barely walk the city streets

I feel sorry for there parents

Here i go again, searching for love

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

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

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

I"m a savage as i ravage, with unstoppable damage.