This is a song about "Cruel chel"

She had a cruel past, it was brutal, she wasn't just harassed.

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

I think the world's just cruel

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

But my issues where to cruel for you

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Like cruel killer,badder then a devil

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Evaporating cruel regimes, telling the kingdom their schemes

As i light one for ill will

My game is vicious and cruel

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/