This is a song about "Cryin"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Cryin everytime you cry and sharin laughter with you.

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

And don't come cryin to me, when all your so-called friends "leave"

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Together all the timethought it was true love

Meanwhile the nation's dehydrated, they cryin malice

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

I'm at the funeral cryin' heavily,

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Tupac is cryin' in his grave, i'm at a rave with a ton of sun block,