This is a song about "Runaway cries"

She cries for help but no one saves her

When it comes to spitting that fire

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Goes home afterward, cries hoping he would just die

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

It's moe, all i need is more chips

When a thug cries and it only happens

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

Depression is a demon every night i hear it's cries

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

Rising the drive that slice into cries

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice