This is a song about "Cry myself to sleep"

Gimme a chance to pick myself

We can never be friends

I'm on deck i'm up next

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Abusing and cruising my rues to myself/

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Demons scurry when a nice man begins to cry.

Now when he thinks of then he begins to cry.

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

When i held you i used to cry

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

I got stacks all in my charm

Well go cry to your mom

Didn't know where to go, didn't know where to sleep

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet