This is a song about "Telling a girl you love them and whip the tears from your eyes"

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Like suicide and the voices inside telling them to do this.

Y'all turn back on your neighborhoods, still you miss the tears,

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

That girl you love got your bros in her bed

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Only to stop the tears coming out your eyes

I just keep telling them about the future, the money and the fame

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

But now i see it's cause of you for all the tears in my eyes

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Cold, my style making my nose run

And your eyes would light up from the vision