This is a song about "Fall of tomorrow boom"

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Boom boom, bring it up, titties from hell!

Did you know chickens run headless for a lot of time before they fall?

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

With every boom boom clap in it

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Our rise began with the fall of the bullets

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

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