This is a song about "Sort"

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

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

You're uncool like my mother kin

Condoms, or any sort of protection

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

This is sort of the tuth nobody speaks, we don't dare to hear,

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

I was pretty nervous and sort of embarrassed

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Imma show my true worth/ sort out the sour shit and skip to the dessert/

Gotta be a way to sort the operation.

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him