This is a song about "Whitney sorrow"

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

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

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And wallowed in sorrow, borrowed cash, i'm a role model,

You know that love is a very serious thing

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

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

And they drummin' on the hollow buckets, show ain't over 'til it's bravo

Drown in ya sorrow as i pull your skin off from the marrow

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

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