This is a song about "Falling to rest"

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Shaking to falling apart, a gaping galling hole in my heart

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Emcees love to fuckin' judge me until they're laid to rest,

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

The top, never falling down, no gravity, so rap to me

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

So maybe god and the devil should be put to rest

You can try to put me down but im not gunna rest

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

You're tryin' to rise over mandala, there's no peace in his rest

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest