This is a song about "Crying baby funk"

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

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

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

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

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

You left in a bind baby sis crying

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

Kids crying in the background

Meek milly racked up racked out

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

His dad picks him up and asks why is he crying

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing