This is a song about "What you crying for"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

What the fuck do you do when your mother's crying?

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Decorative decor, what you judgin me for?

Let me rewind you what must've gone windblown for you/

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

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

Crying about what i have and they lack

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

And i don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

Boy you should know what you're fallin' for

Then the world ain't no trick no more