This is a song about "Crying on the inside"

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Rush.floor.life when the devil dwells on the inside

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

All the gunshots that were fired,screams of women crying inside the hamlets

But i can't till i put these untrustworthy motherfuckers in their caskets,

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

On the inside i'm shaking, epileptic brain and my hearts racing.

Inside out, upside down and on the fucking floor

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Thisheat and pain continues on deep inside

Over me the same peeps that have died

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

You is not hip then i can not coach her