This is a song about "Crying in the shower"

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

So i spit a diss rap without the riff raff and leave him crying in the snow

Even in the shower

It's like you're my mirror

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

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

I speak english but check my french

Be the little kid crying on the bench

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

In the sniper i'm sighing, i'm crying why is my luck

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

"why don't you come on in, robs just in the shower"

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

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

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

That barely allows to pay the rent and take a fucking shower,