This is a song about "Cy falls eagles"

I only roll with the real

Whirlwind in my halls/ falls here/

Damn shame to see you walk tall but that giant falls from his lofty fame

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

See there no place better than the state of my mind

Issue that essential to solve is part of rap falls blind

Penncounting pennys over tha years

'rain falls', but only to bow to my essence,

Sweater falls i loved them most

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

The way that it calms, but i feel like powered eagles,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks