This is a song about "Runaway cries"

She cries for help but no one saves her

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Your lies haven't been sold you have cries with your pot o' gold

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

So many memories, that she cries about

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Real eyes realise real lies, everyday i can hear your cries

Sky high, iced out paradise

Who am i, through the cries,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

When a thug cries and it only happens

And the v12, that's on various trips