This is a song about "Sorry for the lyrics"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I gave you false hope and for that i'm truly sorry

I said i'm sorry for the times that i ain't do my best

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Im sorry for the repetition, im just tired of the tradition,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Lookin for the right lyrics even tho i know i wont find

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Sorry for all the likes, i'm only fourteen, still a teeny

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Im sorry for putting my life in danger

They all start feeling sorry for you crying with big red eyes

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice