This is a song about "Falling in reverse"

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

When your shits going from bad to worse turn around and reverse

Never knew why i was falling

I was born to do the damn thing

I'm doing the same thing

Shit i'm now free falling

Sick of the bait, sick of falling through the gaps in the grate!

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

I can see the sun falling

120 in the ghost take my bitch shopping

I'm multis-swaggin smashin you faggot like playing nintendo, like flies you're dropping

I lost the nails to my closet so imma put the nail in the coffin 'fore everything starts falling,

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

This is the second verse i could probably beat you writing my rap in reverse,

Clocks tick backwards for hours as teachers stand rhyming in reverse,

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts