This is a song about "Sorry my wait"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Just wait til you meet my crew

Sorry for my angry but you made me erupt,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Sorry life you'll never bring me down here is my apology

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Roll up in my ‘rrari stole your bitch i’m sorry

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Im sorry that is just my life war the champion has arrived

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

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

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

I leave my victims screamin, wish you seen em yell "help, wait!"