This is a song about "Cry"

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

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

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

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Hold your arms cry and wallow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

We was high school peers, in junior high

You face made blind children cry

And i try, sit alone and i cry

And i know that your supply

Your balls cry during bug life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Ima slay you alive, watch you cry