This is a song about "Fall from the grace"

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I'm sick of seeing motherfuckers fall down from right to left,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I'll gaze in space and change the pace, i'll be the saving grace/

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

I'm the reason behind every fall

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Sliced it from throat to tail, watched its organs fall out.

Fall to rise, from a couple balls paused with white on knives

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

I'm sick of seeing motherfuckers fall down from right to left,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

I fall from roof so low aureole whirlpools my head though