This is a song about "Crying baby funk"

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

Just these words crying over shoulders,

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

I thought i recognized her

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

You’ve lost me, so don’t come crying