This is a song about "Fell and i trip"

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

I fell on my hands, and she fell on her knees

I dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Summer time, different shore

To my best friend (i fell for)

By grace i knew that when i fell i'd get back up and make it through,

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Who fell and dwells in hell and rots

Trip to croatia and it's all paid for,

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

I'm numb i fell no pain

I got that goodman game