This is a song about "Im sorry mamma"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

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

Fuck akon im not sorry so dont give me the blame

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Sorry im a prick with a dick and yeah im filling cocky,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

But oh im sorry to say

But i ain't get to see you today

Vaccines can't protect cha from the rap dean's infectious tech burst

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Leave your running to your mamma,

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Im sorry, i know you hate when im high