This is a song about "Fall of october"

I will never ever fall

Baby, let me give you a call

Of all those "serial killer" verses, that fall in one lyric

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Don't fall keep up ever time u here the sound of his voice

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Those october days, we'd explore the fields of wonder

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Some tumble and some fall but that's outcome of it all x4

Our rise began with the fall of the bullets

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

But i let off everything i have

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

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

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt