This is a song about "Im sorry for hurting you"

The middle class feels guilty for their poor, now it's hurting,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

But i just wanna make love to your mind

Im hurting so bad you niggahs must be blind

Im sorry for putting my life in danger

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Im sorry but i cant come back to you.

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Oh im sorry did i hurt you? cause my rhymes are so sharp

It's curtains, i'm inadvertently hurting you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Begin learning stop yearning take what you want stop hurting

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing