This is a song about "Cry"

That's the window into the sky

When i held you i used to cry

I told her all about how we been living a lie

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

Now everybody put your hands up high

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

As the so called weak weep and cry

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

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

When i held you i used to cry

I mean the game been dry

, ya i dissed u go cry your daddy

Now i know a lotta styles, some see