This is a song about "Stop cry"

You got that indie glow

Hold your arms cry and wallow

But i dont give a damn if the devil may cry

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

That ain't a lie as this ends with your fatal cry

Scenes make a grown man cry

And in fact i can’t deny

As the so called weak weep and cry

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

It was his mom i made cry