This is a song about "Cries"

Rising the drive that slice into cries

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Real eyes realise real lies, everyday i can hear your cries

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

Got a condo around my neck girl, i'm cashing out

So many memories, that she cries about

Depression is a demon every night i hear it's cries

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Goes home afterward, cries hoping he would just die

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Who am i, through the cries,