This is a song about "Crying love"

Be the little kid crying on the bench

What time is it, huh? check my french

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Crying about what i have and they lack

Then you showed the smoked and pretended you was crying

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Im done with the tears homie im no longer 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 wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

And my only fear's a wedding ring

You left in a bind baby sis crying