This is a song about "Dont cry for me"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

The shoulder, for you to cry on

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

You dont compare to me, better be prepared for me,

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

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

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

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

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

But i dont give a damn if the devil may cry