This is a song about "Whitney sorrow"

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Throw the clips in clouded never misses lesson 6 listen or meet sorrow

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I can't take the pain and sorrow of losing my baby girl.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Swallowed when you wallow in the sorrow of tomorrow