This is a song about "Kids crying"

My records sell, yes sir

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

You left in a bind baby sis crying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

This dude needs help quit crying for help,

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

I do mind when i hear they moms crying

His dad picks him up and asks why is he crying

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

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

Then you showed the smoked and pretended you was crying