This is a song about "The heart crying"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Blood on the floor, now all the bitches crying

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I'll stop the violence, you left me crying just leave the streets quiet,

So you finally got the nerve

Heart out to the papers

From the time that you stole my heart

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

From the time that you stole my heart.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Are the man they're dying so don't keep lying or crying