This is a song about "Cryin"

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Meanwhile the nation's dehydrated, they cryin malice

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime

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

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

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

Underrated that's temporarily for the moment