This is a song about "Sorrow"

Death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be anymore pain: for the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

And if times of loneliness bring sorrow and dismay,

And they drummin' on the hollow buckets, show ain't over 'til it's bravo

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

You were from a place where people swallow their sorrow

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

You know that love is a very serious thing

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

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Fellow don't mess with the hero of sorrow

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

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