This is a song about "Weeping"

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Because you want lexi to cuddle you while you're weeping aside

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

I'm seeking to sneak in, but i'm weeping when i peep the scene

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

Eaten leaves and picking my nose but now im fucking weeping/

Now tricks for decreasing weeping, increasing healing/ leave feelings in the attic/

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick