This is a song about "Crying blood"

His dad picks him up and asks why is he crying

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

You know that love is a very serious thing

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

You left in a bind baby sis crying

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Blood on the floor, now all the bitches crying

I love you though i'll still fuck

Full up to fuck with blood,

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Just these words crying over shoulders,

Crying myself to sleep every night,

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right