This is a song about "Crying baby funk"

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

Just these words crying over shoulders,

So you finally got the nerve

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

There's children dying and i am crying

Get off a key like i can’t sing

You left in a bind baby sis crying