This is a song about "When a hustler cry"

We was high school peers, in junior high

When i held you i used to cry

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

A hustler from nazareth, i ain't no sucker

Why cry, when i could take his advise,"always look a man in his eyes before u kill him,"

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Like a #hustler on the #street or a new #magazine

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

You were the person i needed that would help me when i'd cry

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

When you can run away and cry, me,

But i dont give a damn if the devil may cry

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Matricidal bloodsucker motherfucker, homicidal hustler,

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer