This is a song about "Far cry"

Ima slay you alive, watch you cry

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

She prayed on me passing that bar

But imma make it far

Scenes make a grown man cry

And now we high

My sim card's the bomb

Well go cry to your mom

Every year i get it out

Now now, don't cry and pout

Or maybe far away

And i be on the block all day

I guzzle up at the bar

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

And then i break down and cry