This is a song about "I m sorry i love you"

Unify them, mob through, take over and

I suggest you make a sorry statement,

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Im sorry, i know you hate when im high

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

Sorry, am i upsetting? nah, dont cry you wetty, petty

I love you more than anything

But he don't rule a thing

Look, ambition will define you

Though i love how you do

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

I am sorry but you got grinded by my mind mill,

Educate yourselves, of africa

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