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

Self made from my skin to my shoes, size 18 so i know im in the view

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

I can't get to sleep with this thought in my head,

I slam my door shut and go back to sleep

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Didn't mean to make you cry

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Standing out side my house right now wait for me to sleep

Texting my mama current self

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

When i held you i used to cry