This is a song about "Sorrow"

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

You were from a place where people swallow their sorrow

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

I'm living like there's no tomorrow, ball till i fall mother fuck the sorrow

Drown in ya sorrow as i pull your skin off from the marrow

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Why wrongful sorrow is felt for his victims,

And i’m no ‘los rogers, no mike williams

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Fellow don't mess with the hero of sorrow

Swallowed when you wallow in the sorrow of tomorrow

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow