This is a song about "Cry"

That ain't a lie as this ends with your fatal cry

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

That ain't a lie as this ends with your fatal cry

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

As the so called weak weep and cry

Ran outside to see the big show

Hold your arms cry and wallow

But society has a saying that a man can't cry,

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

When i held you i used to cry

And i know that your supply

Thuggin' till the day i die

And they still make me cry,

Damn is your mattress dry

Scenes make a grown man cry