This is a song about "Dont cry"

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

When i held you i used to cry

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

As the so called weak weep and cry

When i held you i used to cry

You other brothers can’t deny

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Cry about it until we forget,

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

That ain't a lie as this ends with your fatal cry

Revelations say you either fry or fly

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

Mothers heads tucked in, day and night they'll cry/

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly