This is a song about "Im sorry i wasnt good enough for you"

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

He told me that i was good enough to promote

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I'm sorry the love i have for you isnt always shown,

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

But thats not good enough for you

She gonna dance when that molly through

I love you and im sorry then her eyes closed as he is holding her lifeless

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Im sorry but i cant come back to you.

My home girl told me i got an issue

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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