This is a song about "Stop cry"

And they still make me cry,

And i know that your supply

And i try, sit alone and i cry

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

, ya i dissed u go cry your daddy

In the club like fuck it, though

Hold your arms cry and wallow

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

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

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Mothers heads tucked in, day and night they'll cry/

But society has a saying that a man can't cry,

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie