This is a song about "Cry"

As the so called weak weep and cry

I be ballin, they wonder why

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

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Cry about it until we forget,

Got a nigga tangle in your spider web

Well go cry to your mom

Tats no dey for my arm

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Didn't mean to make you cry

Now now, don't cry and pout

You could never find out