This is a song about "Crying baby funk"

Which you know i'm different, right

Crying myself to sleep every night,

Are the man they're dying so don't keep lying or crying

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Yeah ya threw, dynamic funk is the crew

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Lady of rage and rbx, g-funk would say,

But keep them cigarettes away

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

I pipe in and one night her

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying