This is a song about "I m crying"

And word i blew off herb i grew

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Crying about what i have and they lack

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I"m the designated driver

Ay yo you wonder who i are

You know that love is a very serious thing

I do mind when i hear they moms crying