This is a song about "Runaway cries"

#slit eyes, #bit you guys, bitching cries,

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

When a thug cries and it only happens

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

She cries reminiscing on the good times

Just to make it in this broadway lights

What we gotta do to survive

But hes cursed, it hurts when she cries

Sit back and watch your sunrise

Rising the drive that slice into cries

She cries herself to sleep, with tears so painful they bleed,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

One second this bitch copies then cries for help

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Who am i, through the cries,

We hustle to survive