This is a song about "Afriad to fall"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

And cause them all to fall like a door without the hinges.

But the man on the edge who's willing to fall,

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

Fall to rise, from a couple balls paused with white on knives

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Taken the fall more times than i care to recall,

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

From an african american stance

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Sliced it from throat to tail, watched its organs fall out.

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

You left to soon but everybody gotta fall

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all