This is a song about "Down down"

Why, why is he tripping down?

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

I'mma catch you next time around

When they bring it back down

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Flub it when whores wound down

I am gonna break down

I better get my gown

Timing them wrist watch down

Everytime you come around