This is a song about "Sorry for who i am"

My nigga, its all love

I feel sorry for there parents

Both: this the perfect plan

Ya'll don't even know who i am,

Cancer wasn't the plan, i am who i am, dammed,

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I thank you for making me who i am starting with every little cell

So sorry,i am brave,i got this industry to save

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

For who i am you aight gonna like me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Listen to me, i'm trying. don't judge me for who i am.

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man