This is a song about "Me saying i m sorry"

Don't tell me you sorry

Now it might sound cocky

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

No more will we cry

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

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

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds