This is a song about "Don t let me fall"

I almost ended it all, i almost fuckin hung a rope n' let all 150 pounds fall

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

To let the walls fall down and speak something a bit sounding

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

You don;t thin anymore

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby