This is a song about "Kids crying"

Crying about what i have and they lack

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

Be the little kid crying on the bench

I'm making moves, check my french

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

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

It’s a alert to you’re defeat when you’re crying,

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Commit suicide, slit your throat, they find your mom crying

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Just these words crying over shoulders,

Jordan 4s won't find me in no loafers