This is a song about "Cryin"

This guy ain't nothing, i list it, bout to send you home cryin and

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

I just want somebody i can see

I'm at the funeral cryin' heavily,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

They're wildy cryin', goin' outrageous, when the niggas close the curtains//

The middle class suburban kids are cryin', and slittin' wrists,

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Cryin everytime you cry and sharin laughter with you.

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

They gon love me for my ambition

My brain is cryin blood from within