This is a song about "Mamma im sorry"

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

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

Im sorry for putting my life in danger

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Im sorry i put you under so much pressure,

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

Im sorry, i know you hate when im high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die