This is a song about "Cries"

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Your lies haven't been sold you have cries with your pot o' gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

When a thug cries and it only happens

Not king james, these were coke kings

I'm everything that they call nice

But now all i really hear is cries

Now his wife just cries whilst getting pissed,

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

Becoming someone you don't recognize

You will be buried in your cries

Sit back and watch your sunrise

But hes cursed, it hurts when she cries