This is a song about "Cry"

Well go cry to your mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

When i held you i used to cry

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Dreamin on a lullaby

As the so called weak weep and cry

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

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

And they still make me cry,

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

We don't care if niggas locked out

Now now, don't cry and pout

And now we high

Scenes make a grown man cry