This is a song about "Stop cry"

Hit the club she drop it low

Hold your arms cry and wallow

Boy you know ill smoke you out

Now now, don't cry and pout

As the so called weak weep and cry

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

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

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Cry about it until we forget,

It was his mom i made cry

When that thing gon fly