This is a song about "Track my tears"

I give y'all my sympathy, i'm still crying them real tears,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Tears on my necklace, reckless, sexless/

Aight santana man...let's do this

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Today also, when my eyes used to brim with tears

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I give y'all my sympathy, i'm still crying them real tears,

Swallowing down my tears

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Now im ready for my first track

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

But i'm so upset i'm steady wiping my tears away