This is a song about "Central falls warriors"

Night falls in thirty minutes, angels fall at instant speed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

As my blood level falls

Kirko paint her walls

When darkness falls, we stumble onward

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Falls onto me to stretch the joints with immediacy,

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Battleaxe warriors, only thing i can name

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame