This is a song about "Cry"

These haters hope i hurry up and die

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

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

You face made blind children cry

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

As the so called weak weep and cry

But society has a saying that a man can't cry,

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

, ya i dissed u go cry your daddy

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Dreamin on a lullaby

When i held you i used to cry

And i try, sit alone and i cry

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Now now, don't cry and pout

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about