This is a song about "Make me cry"

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Okay so i'm not trying to make you cry so i'm going to end it here.

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

It's the end, don't come cry to me and try to pretend

Keep your heads up high

And they still make me cry,

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

But don't go and cry hit me with your best try.

But before i die i wanna make every family you know cry,

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

You were the person i needed that would help me when i'd cry

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die