This is a song about "Cry bitch"

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Hold your arms cry and wallow

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

And i try, sit alone and i cry

, ya i dissed u go cry your daddy

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

It was his mom i made cry

Live off my lie and my lullaby

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Well go cry to your mom

I got stacks all in my charm

And they still make me cry,

Three j's took me this high