This is a song about "Whitney sorrow"

And if times of loneliness bring sorrow and dismay,

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

What's left except drinkin', doin' drugs to drown your sorrow,

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin' to drown their sorrow,

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Fellow don't mess with the hero of sorrow

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

A bottle of tylenol and nyquil, wallow in sorrow, and spit it,

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Why wrongful sorrow is felt for his victims,

Together all the timethought it was true love

But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see