This is a song about "Fall from the grace"

As you rise the stars begin to fall from the skies

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Tryin hard to hide my face

Climb these trees, fall from grace

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Let's pretend he was never forced to pray for the grace,

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

I'm the reason behind every fall

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

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