This is a song about "I wanna i cry about it so many things"

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

I just wanna cry, every time i try

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You have done so many things in the past , but i don't care because it's you

Why the fuck it so cold, fuck it i dont wanna budge

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Too many times in control and i allowed things to run amok,

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

So many peeps wanna battle me

Fuck that now trying get the money

So many times i see

Ummnow i dun been around the world

So many mollys i hurled

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

I hate when thugs die, so i let out a smug cry,