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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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

Homeless no where to sleep

We can't catch the beat

Didn't mean to make you cry

That's the window into the sky

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I'm sufficiently self assured to assert my certain fixation,

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

When i held you i used to cry

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise