This is a song about "Cries"

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Than her dad cries and says fine, and we go in the back for the after party,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

When a thug cries and it only happens

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Started off on thin ice

Who am i, through the cries,

She cries reminiscing on the good times

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Good help is hard to find

There cries echo in my mind,

Is it a wonder she now roams the streets and cries

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs