This is a song about "Apologize"

Don't get too mad at me, i ain't finna apologize for these dastardly rhymes,

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missini'm askin, as if i'm qualified to analyze

U try to apologize..more lies..i can see it in your eyes..this is where our love dies

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

“i apologize, i was wrong, you really have changed”

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Motherfuckers, will be trying to apologize to me.

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

So now you apologize and your silent

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'd like to apologize in advance if i hurt your feelings

I had to take a pen, to apologize in this letter

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for