This is a song about "Sorry for the wieght"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I said i'm sorry for the yelling at all the pointless

Feelin sorry for myself no self esteem

Just before they seen my money in the green

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I wonder why she's sorry for being who she is?

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Sorry to myself for giving so much less

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

But sorry this the way the game goes

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Looking for the rhymes,sorry that i miss that