This is a song about "Mom crying"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Then you showed the smoked and pretended you was crying

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

Are the man they're dying so don't keep lying or crying

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

Haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

But i am doing both with out any crying