This is a song about "Saying sorry to yourbrother"

Sorry if this things startin to sound like poe,

The world looking out, they on the front row

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

He aint even know how to rap, feel what am saying?

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Im sorry but i cant come back to you.

Sorry coach, it's too late to tell me stop

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

// [it's a little too late to say that you're sorry now]

But oh im sorry to say

But i ain't get to see you today

Saying pointless crap to me

Third ward general, young cash money