This is a song about "Im sorry swag"

Im sorry, i know you hate when im high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

To give you all a fuck, i guess i'd have to go and find it first,

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

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Im shredding you rappers up im sorry your threw.

Im sorry to say that im her other

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Cause im a swag professor