This is a song about "A shoulder to cry on"

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I hope this explains why this chip's on my shoulder

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Demons scurry when a nice man begins to cry.

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

Its four now, the clubs over

I can taste the salt from my tears

Been on my shoulder and wait for my death

Slingin you over the shoulder: heart to heart

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I'm holding something to make the angel and devil on your shoulder run

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,