This is a song about "Dont cry"

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

, ya i dissed u go cry your daddy

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

When i held you i used to cry

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

When i held you i used to cry

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie