This is a song about "Im sorry kyle"

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

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

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

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

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Im sorry did i stutter bring me my cash back, i'll commit suicide still write my own shit

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Im shredding you rappers up im sorry your threw.

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

Sorry we're not the same, unlike you im not a lame and now you feel the shame.

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

So sorry im on the road again the tour bus of sin

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Im sorry to say that im her other

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