This is a song about "Im sorry dude"

But oh im sorry to say

I was raised this way

Im sorry, i know you hate when im high

That's the window into the sky

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Yeah, you all say damn 218s a fucked up guy, i say im sorry im so high,

Im sorry for the repetition, im just tired of the tradition,

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Im sorry but i cant come back to you.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Im sorry if my words are stinging, big ego in the verses im slinging.