This is a song about "Falling skies"

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Pendants involved sorrow falling to menace

I'm the sushi king

Shit i'm now free falling

Disagreements and falling out,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Don’t let anger bleed blood red skies

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Heat has been higher than thermals in skies

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Nearly hitting those skies

I used to have a nine to five

Right flows down and they might go nice

And you just seen the skies

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

I can see the sun falling