This is a song about "Apologize"

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

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

Don’t try to apologize

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Tick tock you gotta apologize for everybody received a shock while reading your rap mock

Gotta apologize to the coroner for the beat's severed extremities/

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

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

And i apologize for what appear to be preschool rhymes

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live