This is a song about "Cry"

She gotta hold her head up high

It was his mom i made cry

And they still make me cry,

Dreamin on a lullaby

I hate when thugs die, so i let out a smug cry,

Revelations say you either fry or fly

I told her all about how we been living a lie

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

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

When i held you i used to cry

Numb of most emotion and ive forgotten how to cry,

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

And i try, sit alone and i cry

Never had a chance to try

But i dont give a damn if the devil may cry

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high