This is a song about "Baby crying"

Crying myself to sleep every night,

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

It’s a alert to you’re defeat when you’re crying,

Then you showed the smoked and pretended you was crying

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

There's children dying and i am crying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Blood on the floor, now all the bitches crying

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing