This is a song about "Crying victim"

No way i'm winning i'm no leveled victim

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

You’ve lost me, so don’t come crying

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

(victim screaming in the end)

Beach on the weekend