This is a song about "Crying like a baby"

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

,and send you crying like a kid,back to ya granny

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

It’s a alert to you’re defeat when you’re crying,

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

But it doesn't come across to well, like the crying game.

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Her smile i was seeking, but she was crying a million times,