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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

So many peeps wanna battle me

So many times i see

While i'm making history

So many mollys i hurled

We been all around the world

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

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

The things that i can see, so many flashing stars and lights

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

But before i die i wanna make every family you know cry,

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

I don't really care about it, so, i ain't worried

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat