This is a song about "Cry"

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

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

Hold your arms cry and wallow

My niggas is winning though

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

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

Now now, don't cry and pout

You could never find out

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Well go cry to your mom

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

And they still make me cry,

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

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

Ima slay you alive, watch you cry

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die