This is a song about "Cry"

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Numb of most emotion and ive forgotten how to cry,

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

So let me tell you about this guy

You face made blind children cry

I'll meet you in the sky

And then i break down and cry

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Hold your arms cry and wallow

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

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

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

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die