This is a song about "Dont cry for me"

I dont blame nobody for the mistakesfrom my past. except me

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

It's the end, don't come cry to me and try to pretend

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

I cry and beg for you to come back polished

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Sometimes, i might even go cry for it

For all the future emcees i'll make cry will be rewarded

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Never aimin for ur heads always for the chest i dont need rappers to help me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I dont have any respect for the gov or the people that areabove me

On your eyes you cry, and it's cus of me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby