This is a song about "Sort"

Thought of, cuz it's sort of...an addiction,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Gotta be a way to sort the operation.

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

Where you belong with your family

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

That i had some sort of edge, some kind of advantage,

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Smoking weed, inhaling illegal chemicals, looking and hoping for some sort of relief,

Talk down to me like im some sort of mouse,

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Aboard with swords n' forts but no torch to sort regions