This is a song about "Falling soilders"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

His teeth are falling out of their sockets,

And there's little to be glad for

Im falling out of life like a ranger

Shit i'm now free falling

With the piece that kel was rocking

I keep falling, i keep flying, i can't stand it anymore

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

120 in the ghost take my bitch shopping

But he was to busy falling

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

My buzz is like cocaine

My life is falling down the drain

Or you can do better on some hate shit

Falling right back over like a hollow broomstick