This is a song about "Whitney sorrow"

Fellow don't mess with the hero of sorrow

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Smokin just to swallow any sorrow that they wallow in

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

So i hate when niggas make fun cuz i don't do britney or whitney.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Sorrow for what i always feel

Ghost in the hook so real

To not die in sorrow cause of all the mistakes that i made

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

Filled with sorrow till tomorrows breakaway a mess till i slay