This is a song about "Pleading"

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Pleading for him to stop but he turns and smiles

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

I'm reckoning, leave him pleading for some heavy medicine/

While pleading with their god asking if it is their time

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Never pleading, cause this skill ill never leave em forever exceeding,

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Love your screams ignite my fire, my requiem, the pleading fifth

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Pleading and begging for me to stop.