This is a song about "Cry"

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

As the so called weak weep and cry

Because i see right through your disguise

Your balls cry during bug life

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

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

, ya i dissed u go cry your daddy

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

And then i break down and cry

Well go cry to your mom

When you took my hand up so calm

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

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

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

And they still make me cry,