This is a song about "Cry"

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

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

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Numb of most emotion and ive forgotten how to cry,

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

It was his mom i made cry

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

But i dont give a damn if the devil may cry

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

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

Never had a chance to try

When i held you i used to cry

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

And i try, sit alone and i cry