This is a song about "A falcon with a box on its head"

A woman by his side with a bullet in her head

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (bang!)

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

A falcon who'll get her taloned claw caught up in/

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

You phonies 'bout to head home in a box 'cuz it's the dead zone,

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head