This is a song about "Cry everynight"

It was his mom i made cry

We was high school peers, in junior high

And i try, sit alone and i cry

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

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

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

But before i die i wanna make every family you know cry,

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Now everybody put your hands up high

Telling me not to give up when i knew when they'll cry

Inflict enough damage till your scarred for life, tired and cry,

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Thuggin' till the day i die

Didn't mean to make you cry