This is a song about "Mamma im sorry"

Not this time/im sorry but this time its true.

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

And beside any implied pride applied, we'll always confide, in you mamma

Im sorry but i cant come back to you.

Don't fuck around and make it true

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

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

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

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging