This is a song about "Sorta"

I said i don’t give a fuck

Like im some sorta thug

With a note there and im thinking of reading

I got sorta good at pretending

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

It was sorta an accident, and a witness?

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Sorta bitchy but i understood how he was seeing things

Fuck you, i'll just do some sorta drug

She said i'm ready to fuck

Got it matching though

//this has a sorta fast flow

But not mitchy he sorta believed in me

Chillin' with homies and family

Pay my haters not too much mind

Began to race, it sorta rhymed