This is a song about "Runaway cries"

She cries for help but no one saves her

When i’m looking in the mirror

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

When a thug cries and it only happens

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

One second this bitch copies then cries for help

Now his wife just cries whilst getting pissed,

Money is most of y'all interest

You will be buried in your cries

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Is it a wonder she now roams the streets and cries

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

#slit eyes, #bit you guys, bitching cries,

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I used to have a nine to five

Who am i, through the cries,