This is a song about "Tears of love"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

I will fracture to a fraction

We made love with all sorts of passion

Track of tough love with tattered seems

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Cant handle it i feel a rush of tears, been a tough year

So insane, i inject my tears into the blood of my open veins

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I'm the type of kid that always mocks love,

Cause my thing something vicious

Got lacks of tears now i'm wiping them with a wiper///

I never use a fork i always spoon her