This is a song about "Track my tears"

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Frowned tears, downed beers, use my pen for ideas,

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Wrote my first track in my teenage years

Displacin' my tears cause somebody tossed my bag

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Dammit he's back to get smacked off my track,

Today also, whenever my eyes brin with tears

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack