This is a song about "Cry"

When i held you i used to cry

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

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

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

And i try, sit alone and i cry

I be ballin, they wonder why

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

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

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

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

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high