This is a song about "Sorry baby"

U gotta sin baby!

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Do you think i'm crazy

Well you gotta know baby

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

They say nothings ever free

N i'm not fucken sorry

But five years from now i bet she see

And i know love me baby

I got to be your baby

On they twitter writing novels, see

Overpriced change in a coffin saying sorry

Look it something they can't ever see