This is a song about "Sorry for the threats"

Feelin sorry for myself no self esteem

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

All the disses and threats are just gonna start pouring out

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

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

Better than college, after that, students home

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Sorry for what i did tears poured on the floor.

But i never stopped swearing so i'm sorry for the wearing

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

But sorry this the way the game goes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Rappers cuz i only spit threats and when i pop the 357 hope u got on a vest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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