This is a song about "Sorrows around"

I must go like fly route

Bottles be popping around

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Drowning my sorrows in a cheap bottle of liquor

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

// [but what comes around goes around]

Cause i ain't playing around

Mean alot more to me, check me out

Cause i dont play around

Got it on lock, you just locked out

Knowing, i can't stop it he's overflowing, hoping his sorrows

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

Cause everyday you be downtown drinking your sorrows away.

We will see a new day, and say goodbye to our sorrows

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth