This is a song about "Falling down but get back up"

Wake back up in the morgue and climb down from the shelf

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Falling right back over like a hollow broomstick

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Put that shit back on my shelf, started up dumb it down,

Keep getting pushed down, but we #slither back up.

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Hold this shit down, just to get me a come up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight

But when shit goes down you're the first to turn their back

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back