This is a song about "Sorry don t cut it"

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Dead stop cut it off before we get caught

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Sorry world but it is true that i can be mean

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

I coordinate, my rhymes shine like an ornament. sorry it ain't christmas,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

So ima end it this shit with a cut god excuse this

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

It was a power cut, well, it was a power cut too in my brain