This is a song about "Mamma im sorry"

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

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

Fuck akon im not sorry so dont give me the blame

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

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

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

Leave your running to your mamma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

But oh im sorry to say

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

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

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Well im sorry but i must confess

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

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even