This is a song about "Fallingg"

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,