This is a song about "Devil crying"

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Best not meddle with the devil

You’ve lost me, so don’t come crying

I was born to do the damn thing

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Crying about what i have and they lack

You sold it to the devil

Lady at the frank stand will

Frightening, so fucking frightening

There's children dying and i am crying

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying