This is a song about "Cry"

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

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

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

It was his mom i made cry

I mean the game been dry

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Numb of most emotion and ive forgotten how to cry,

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Cry about it until we forget,

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

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

Your balls cry during bug life

I need a backyard full court size