This is a song about "Far cry"

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

Originated somewhere really far

I'm the other guy

Scenes make a grown man cry

To a land far far away

Just to go to liv on a sunday

So, they hate and they say

Or maybe far away

And i try, sit alone and i cry

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Won't accept defeat, i've come too far

When i held you i used to cry

When i'm low, she take me high

Hear the rambling in the sky

It was his mom i made cry