This is a song about "Cry my self to sleep"

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

I’ve got my daughter raised here, rocking her back to sleep,

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Most nights i cry myself to sleep because of all the negatives that were told to me,

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

Broken hearts, cry yourself to self to sleep, really nigga llive your life

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

For you to die, oh snap, here comes by battle axe, now i bet you feel as small as

I haven't been my self but now my personality is starting to unfold and undress!

I can taste the salt from my tears

Some thing i keep to my self