This is a song about "Cry bitch"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

And they still make me cry,

I like big butts and i cannot lie

As the so called weak weep and cry

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

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

But i dont give a damn if the devil may cry

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

You face made blind children cry

So let me tell you about this guy

I'm the other guy

And then i break down and cry

It was his mom i made cry

That's the window into the sky

Now now, don't cry and pout

No more, we caked out