This is a song about "Cry"

No tats dey for my arm

Well go cry to your mom

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

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

You know i want a piece of that pie

It was his mom i made cry

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

As the so called weak weep and cry

Why you call me back? don't lie

And they still make me cry,

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Didn't mean to make you cry

On they twitter writing novels, see

, ya i dissed u go cry your daddy