This is a song about "Fallout"

Informing me it's day, as rush hour's calling,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Use verbal semantics to cause damage

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Who take those words right out their mouths and you spin it

Here to give you, a medical bill, plan to spit chemical spill

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Can barely walk the city streets

Dont fall asleep on our beats