This is a song about "How the worlds falling"

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I need a blimp to say the worlds ours

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Caving into the worlds desire

Listen to every word that i slur

So y'all niggas can fly

Now i'm falling from the sky

Sick of the bait, sick of falling through the gaps in the grate!

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Like i been, dropped and left behind falling from the sky miles high

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Ill be the worlds best ever known rhyme dropper.

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Im the main one falling down the hill