This is a song about "Cry baby s"

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

When i held you i used to cry

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

You face made blind children cry

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

But the same deposition take it every time