This is a song about "Prostitutes crying"

Kids crying in the background

Careless world drop, pewm, then im out

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

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Talking about the god you serve

Just these words crying over shoulders,

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

I'm crying because i know i can't last,

To reds i ain't know how to act

Be the little kid crying on the bench

I'm making moves, check my french