This is a song about "Cry"

, ya i dissed u go cry your daddy

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

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

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

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

But i dont give a damn if the devil may cry

Now now, don't cry and pout

I must go like fly route

She don’t give her nigga head

Cry about it until we forget,

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

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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