This is a song about "Prostitutes crying"

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

Yeah, they both got sillylil twist, i get silly

Crying myself to sleep every night,

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

There's children dying and i am crying

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

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

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

And prostitutes, and brutes controllin' blocks in groups,

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

You’ve lost me, so don’t come crying