This is a song about "Sorry my lyrics"

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

To decipher my lyrics you need an academician

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

That my lyrics need sentencing

Why not me the same thing

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

"sorry for my behavior" but nothing's gonna save ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I coordinate, my rhymes shine like an ornament. sorry it ain't christmas,

My ill lyrics are my favorite own features

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse