This is a song about "Crying"

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

You left in a bind baby sis crying

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

Crying about what i have and they lack

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Blood on the floor, now all the bitches crying

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing