This is a song about "Whitney sorrow"

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

I'm living like there's no tomorrow, ball till i fall mother fuck the sorrow

I've got no sorrow, and because i'm tough, my soul's hollow,

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Why wrongful sorrow is felt for his victims,

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

You were from a place where people swallow their sorrow

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Sorrow for what i always feel

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Hunger is the feeling, it's like pain, but it's worse than sorrow,