This is a song about "Fallen"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

The fallen victim of the reagen doctrine

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

He fell off from the top like a fallen angel because he's parents died

When it's all said and done

I don't need fallen women

Fallen through the time hole and cant get back

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Mr. piggy, ya fat monster, i think you've fallen in the wrong trap

I've fallen in shock in a coffin that's locked

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I've fallen down a dark road full of regret

Third ward general, young cash money

A crest-fallen prodigy