This is a song about "Sorrow night drug blunt tears"

What's left except drinkin', doin' drugs to drown your sorrow,

See, it's something about commitment though

And more than confident

Like nut smoking up blunt for blunt

Why wrongful sorrow is felt for his victims,

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Its my own drug begging never to unplug for the night

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

That i'm better than any kinda drug

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

That i'm better than any kinda drug

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

For once there is no tears

I'm on deck i'm up next

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

Hunger is the feeling, it's like pain, but it's worse than sorrow,