This is a song about "Cry everynght"

Hold your arms cry and wallow

I'mma do this fast or slow

As the so called weak weep and cry

Live off my lie and my lullaby

I just spit my game out

Now now, don't cry and pout

I'm the other guy

And then i break down and cry

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

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

And i try, sit alone and i cry

And i know that your supply

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

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