This is a song about "Far cry"

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

And i try, sit alone and i cry

And then i break down and cry

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Now now, don't cry and pout

Stuntin when we out

Your far from figuring me out

I don't know what you heard about

Your balls cry during bug life

Sky high, iced out paradise

Hear the rambling in the sky

And they still make me cry,

We be in the party like we own that bar

Slumdog far apart any sub par