This is a song about "Falling for the wrong guy"

Now i'm falling from the sky

And i know that your supply

It should be a crime for me to draw the line, cause i'm going overtime guy, tonight/

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Now go figure, he's the bad guy,

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Im the main one falling down the hill

If you're beggin for mercy ya barkin up the wrong tree, rap obviously ain't yo cup of tea

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Looking for the right in the wrong girl you goin to far

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

What's wrong with rhyming for the dark side,