This is a song about "Cry"

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

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

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

Inflict enough damage till your scarred for life, tired and cry,

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

As the so called weak weep and cry

Damn is your mattress dry

When that thing gon fly

Didn't mean to make you cry

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Scenes make a grown man cry

Yeah, since i was a knee high

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

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