This is a song about "Far cry"

Dreamin on a lullaby

And they still make me cry,

And could i be a star

But imma make it far

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

Dump that bitch in the sly

And then i break down and cry

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Scenes make a grown man cry

My talents for far too long

Heh, if the autotune's gone

I be ballin, they wonder why

It was his mom i made cry

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

As the so called weak weep and cry