This is a song about "Central falls"

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

We vegetables, on them record labels

And i can't help but stare, cause

Falls, rub my balls, on your mom’s pink draws

Whirlwind in my halls/ falls here/

The struggle is real

And even he was afraid of bumping heads with bert, plus he didn't want his future right hand hurt.

What's worse, an unsociable comedy central roaster burned by a teen during their growth spurt

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Most commonly the one everybody falls for and believes

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Wait a minute see what sticks see what falls

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

We forever be real, we'll never fold