This is a song about "Runaway cries"

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

She cries herself to sleep, with tears so painful they bleed,

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Rising the drive that slice into cries

I'm everything that they call nice

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

Just wanting to runaway, and to at least win that race

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

I need a backyard full court size

But now all i really hear is cries

They getting nice, they got some ice

Time flies, all those cries and tries

Your lies haven't been sold you have cries with your pot o' gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

My mother cries i listen and i can't believe my eyes.