This is a song about "Falling and flying"

Disagreements and falling out,

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

I love the way you walk

I'm falling from god and it's hot

Never knew why i was falling

With the piece that kel was rocking

And, i passed with flying colors cause i studied more than others

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Like i been, dropped and left behind falling from the sky miles high

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

And flying first class the bong is what i want passed that aint a microphone