This is a song about "I m sorry hailey"

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

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

Real light jab to opponents

I feel sorry for there parents

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

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

Hear the rambling in the sky

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

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"

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Pose, click, pose, click

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Sorry, i may be jittery