This is a song about "Sort"

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

Now i can draw your face up pretty

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Gotta be a way to sort the operation.

At least i'd have some sort of legacy, a chance to ever blow it,

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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,