This is a song about "Crying about sex"

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Crying about what i have and they lack

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

If i told you about my sex life

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

You left in a bind baby sis crying

Let's enjoy our younger years

Just these words crying over shoulders,

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex

Or something that you paid for

Crying on my daddy's shoulder