This is a song about "Sorrow"

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

Filled with sorrow till tomorrows breakaway a mess till i slay

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin' to drown their sorrow,

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

And wallowed in sorrow, borrowed cash, i'm a role model,

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

This moment made my dreams slowly sorrow

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

You were from a place where people swallow their sorrow

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Pendants involved sorrow falling to menace

Why wrongful sorrow is felt for his victims,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz