This is a song about "Cry"

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

As the so called weak weep and cry

And then i break down and cry

Never had a chance to try

When that thing gon fly

You face made blind children cry

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

Now everybody put your hands up high

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

Your balls cry during bug life

I used to have a nine to five

That's the window into the sky

Mothers heads tucked in, day and night they'll cry/