This is a song about "Sorry for the threats"

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

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'm so deeply sorry for hurting your feelings,

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

I'm sorry the love i have for you isnt always shown,

I feel sorry for there parents

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Sorry for keep the off tone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Sorry but i could just diss that bitch for days

They say that i never cease to amaze

And everybody's having sex

Because i got the contacts to the bomb threats

Take the steps to finally relieve us, from the debts of non-acted threats

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense