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

The only reason why i put up with this stupid ass bitch

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Suddenly i see a structure of some sort... blood and sweat drips...

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

I was pretty nervous and sort of embarrassed