This is a song about "Cry"

When i held you i used to cry

That got your mother high

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

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

In the lambo looking like a fly

It was his mom i made cry

Didn't mean to make you cry

And now we high

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Numb of most emotion and ive forgotten how to cry,