This is a song about "Falling down a flight of sta"

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Falling right back over like a hollow broomstick

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

And already i see you falling down the latter,

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Send foes back to heathrow book a flight to heaven