This is a song about "Falling out of love"

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Have i yet to figure out that love is a mess

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, i can't stop it

Im falling out of life like a ranger

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

'fore i make another 'how can you slap' youtube clip

Have these niggas falling off like hairs of my pubic.

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

And tell me that its out of love that they're stalking me

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

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Thats enough lost in lust of the love

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Disagreements and falling out,

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought