This is a song about "Crying baby funk"

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Commit suicide, slit your throat, they find your mom crying

Just these words crying over shoulders,

Jordan 4s won't find me in no loafers

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

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

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

You left in a bind baby sis crying