This is a song about "Dont cry for me"

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

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

My father is gone wah wha dont fear sorry for me

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

And they still make me cry,

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

When you can run away and cry, me,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Inflict enough damage till your scarred for life, tired and cry,

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Take you we dont ever have to be apart , you gave me life for that you'le always

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

The shoulder, for you to cry on